Kill of the night

Chapter 2

March 22nd
Melbourne

Josie

First week here and it hasn't been easy.

The nights have been spent trying to fall asleep, the tears streaming down and soaking the pillow and my throat closing with all the screams of anguish I wished I could let out.

Vicky hugging me, stroking my hair, talking in my ear and making teas to calm me down has helped, but not enough for a full night's sleep.

The longest night I've slept was the first I got here, I was paranoid the entire plane ride and when I got to the apartment, I had nothing on my mind. I crashed and slept 8 hours straight. Now the most I've been sleeping has been 4 hours a night. Obviously waking up multiple times during that period.

A week has passed and I think I'm finally getting myself together.

Yesterday I booked my first job interview as a waitress at a local cafe here. It's not what I plan on doing for a long time, but at least as long as I don't find anything piano related, it looks like this will have to do.

The lady on the phone was very attentive and seemed to be curious to get to know me and see my ability. To be completely honest, I don't have much experience or....any. Maybe I lied that I knew how to take coffees and beers.

It can't be that difficult right?

"What time is your interview?" Vicky screams with a mouth full of toothpaste.

"In 20 minutes" I grab my bag and check my hair and blazer in the mirror, "I'm walking there, so bye bye" I go into the bathroom and kiss her cheek, "see you later"

She spits out the paste in a hurry, "Good luck baby, everything will be fine, don't forget I won't be here when you get back"

Right.

Victoria plans to visit her pregnant friend and won't be back until after dinner. I must admit, I feel a bit uneasy about being alone for all that time. That's why I texted Miller, asking if I could call him while I prepare dinner, just to keep me company and avoid being alone with my thoughts. He still hasn't answered me though.

He moved at the same time as me but for some crazy reason I don't know where. We talk almost every day and I haven't had the decency to ask him where he's living now.

For my defense, he's been all over me. The conversation is constantly about me, how I am, what I've been doing; he doesn't even give me time to ask how he's been, if he's settled in well, if he's living alone. Our communication has been strange to say the least.

I close the door behind me and just as I'm getting off the elevator, my phone rings.

Ding Ding

Mills: Sorry I won't be able to call you, I'll be working but we can talk now.

Mills: I'm currently on my lunch break, and I must say, I'm bored as shit.

I smile when I see his text and then reply.

Me: No problem then, I'll find a solution.