Ending Silence

Chapter 2

Morgan's POV

My alarm goes off, telling me it's time to get up, but I'm already awake.

I have been for hours. Mabey even all night since I don't remember sleeping. The man's offer is on my mind, despite how much I hate it.

I shouldn't even be considering it. I shouldn't even be thinking about it. But I can't help it.

Sighing, I sit up, rolling out of my warm bed and shiver from the coldness of my small bedroom. I have a shower, before changing into some clothes.

I walk out of my bathroom and into my kitchen, where I make myself some toast for breakfast as well as some coffee. I place my breakfast on my little kitchen table that's messy with clutter and sit down on the chair in front. I begin eating as I open some of the mail I've gotten but haven't bothered to read yet.

Most of them are just advertisements for fast food places, or for a new gym down the street.

I groan when I see a letter from my landlord. Brushing the crumbs off my hands from my toast, I rip open the letter and take it out of the envelope.

I read through it quickly, before scowling. I scrunch the paper into a ball, before throwing it at the wall as hard as I can.

I groan again, leaning down and hitting my forehead against my table twice.

The rent is being raised. Again.

Deciding to figure all this out later, I quickly finished the rest of my toast, before I quite literally chug my coffee that's cooled to the point it doesn't burn me. After putting my dishes in my sink for later, I grab my stuff and head off to work.

The bell dings as I walk through the door, announcing to my coworkers I'm here. Although I doubt they care.

They don't like me much. Well, I thought they did until I caught them bitching about me behind my back. Saying how I talk too much. It hurt, simply because nearly everyone says that. So today, I'll try to be as silent as ever.

"Morning Morgan!" Jane smiles from behind the counter, and I simply walk past her to the back, not sparing her a glance.

I put my stuff down, hanging up my coat before grabbing an apron and walking back out of the staff room.

Jane tells me she's going to work in the back today, and before I can protest she walks away. I groan, but don't have a choice. I walk to the counter, plastering on a fake smile as I prepare to deal with rude customers for the next six hours.

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I yank off my apron, rolling it into a ball before throwing it into the box of them. Grabbing my stuff, I angrily walk out of the room.

After dealing with a total of four rude ass customers, getting a fucking pacifier thrown at me by some deviled child, slipping on some spilt coffee, causing me to fall, and spill a whole cup of hot coffee on myself, I am fucking done with today.

I was on the verge of quitting this stupid job a total of nine times today, and I hate myself for not doing it.

When I got this job, I thought I'd love it. I thought it would be like those cute little movies, where everyone is happy and all I have to do was put some slices of cake on a plate.

Oh, how I was wrong.

"Hey, Morgan do you mind locking up?" Jane asks, and I turn to see her and my two other coworkers, Allison and Norma, staring at me. They look at me, all with the same smile on their faces that oddly makes me uncomfortable.  "I did it the last four times" I mutter. I lied. I did it for the last four weeks. I refuse to do it again today 

"Well, we sorta have plans tonight-"

"Good for you. Better lock up quick then" I shoot them a fake smile, before turning and walking out the door.

I cross the street to my apartment building, stepping inside and walking to the elevator. My hands ball into fists by my side when I see the 'out of order' sign stuck to the elevator doors.

Glaring at everything around me, I head for the stairs.

After walking up the seven flights of stairs, I finally make it to my floor. Walking to my door, I go to put the key in, but stop when I see the door is already open.

I gently push it open, sighing when I realise it's just the guy from before, and my apartment wasn't robbed.

"Did you think about my offer?" He asks. I step in, closing the door behind me. I kick off my shoes, before throwing my keys on the coffee table and collapsing back onto one of the chairs tiredly.

"I did" I hum, closing my eyes as I fight back a yawn. I'm so tired I genuinely don't care what he might do when I'm not looking.

"And?" He asks, looking for my answer.

I think back on today. How my shitty landlord is now charging even more for rent on this shitty little place. How I hate my job, more than I hate my shitty landlord. How I'm feeling so tired, and so done, and this is just a normal day for me.

"I'll do it," I tell him before I even have a chance to register what I'm saying. Shit, I'm already regretting this.

"Splendid," He says. I open my tired eyes to see him standing up, a happy smile on his face.

"I apologise for this in advance Morgan," He says, and I stare at him confused.

Just then, an arm stretches around from behind my chair, and a cloth is placed over my mouth.

I scream, thrashing in my chair as I try to push the hand away, but it's no use.

I unintentionally inhale some of the chemicals, and in a matter of seconds, my eyes go tired before everything goes dark.