Chapter 1:
*WARNING! This might be triggering to some, becareful when you read.*
“Another day, another nightmare”, I said as I got out of bed after hitting the snooze button 5 times. It was 9 in the morning and I had to get ready for work at 11. I didn’t really want to go to work but I had to. I have bills to pay and a dog to feed.
As I was walking into the bathroom my phone started going off. I ran over to see who was calling and it was work. I didn’t want to pick it up but I knew I had to.
“Hello?” I said into the receiver
“Andrea, how are we doing this morning?” I heard my boss say.
“Just woke up.” I said rubbing my eyes.
“Ahh I see, well I was wondering if you could come in early. I have something to discuss with you.” I could feel my stomach drop as all the memories from last night flooded back again. From the emails to the phone calls, it all came back.
“Uh yeah sure Mr. Jones, I will be in in an hour.” I said holding back my tears.
“Alright Andrea, see you then.” And he hung up.
Well this will be a great way to start my day.
Maybe I should introduce myself, I am Andrea Romana, a 20 year old girl working at a simple thrift store in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I have a bad past and right now, a bad present.
Basically I am being harassed at work, from phone calls to emails, all of the random people calling me a whore and a slut even though I did nothing, and it all started with a rumor. A stupid rumor.
Thor, my Bernese Mountain dog was rubbing his head up against my arm, when I looked down at him I saw a tear hit his head.
“It’s okay buddy, I will be fine.” I said before giving him a kiss on his head.
I went to my bathroom and took a shower, got dressed, did my hair and makeup then went to eat. I didn’t want to eat because of all the comments I got on my weight last night but I knew I had to otherwise I was not going to be very nice to my boss and I don’t really want to get fired.
Before I left I took Thor out and walked him a bit, as we walked all the voices from the night before rushed back in.
“Whore.” “You slut.” “Fat bitch.” “Stop seeking so much attention you ugly slut.” “Go die.”
When I got back to my apartment I checked the time, 9:40, I have sometime before I have to get to the store. Good thing I only live about 5 minutes from the store.
I went to my room and turned my computer on and went straight to Tumblr. When the home screen popped up I saw I had 12 new messages. I smiled to myself when I opened the inbox seeing how many people were so kind to me after the whole thing last night, they really helped me through this all.
I scrolled through the messages and one from an anon said “You didn’t cut right?”
Yes, I do cut. If you knew my past, you would understand.
I ignored the message and went to the bathroom. I pulled up my shirt to see the newly red scars across my stomach and the memories from that flooded back also.
Crying so hard, feeling so alone, Thor whining on the other side of the door as my blade slide across my skin and the blood rushed out and the pain was gone momentarily and everything was alright. There was no name calling, no hate, no nothing. Just peace, well for that moment.
I shoved my shirt down and walked out of my bathroom; I closed my computer and walked out of my room. I kissed Thor quickly and said goodbye and walked out the door.
When I got to my car I sat in there stroking my newly formed scars for a bit, the stinging pain grew and ceased every time I hit a certain spot, and that pain helped, for the moment.
I finally snapped out of it and started my car. The clock read 10:01. ‘Crap’ I thought as I pulled out of the drive way to the hell hole called work.
