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DISCLAIMER: only the first chapter is used for this POV, the next will NOT be in second person.
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You just got home from work. Grueling hours of non stop complaining, miscommunications, dumbasses, and just a load of bullshit with an extra sprinkle of rude customers that you wish so badly you could put in their place, but it wouldn't be worth losing your job for. You needed that job. You lived on your own in a tiny apartment that somehow, your shitty job was able to pay for. It wasn't too bad of an apartment. You made due with what you had, and of course you made it to your liking with decor. It was your cozy little apartment.
You kicked your shoes off at the door, walking to your room afterward. You trudged into the room, a sigh escaped your lips as you clicked on the lights and took off your work uniform, replacing them with comfier clothes, and throwing your work clothes into the hamper for future you to deal with before turning out the lights in your room.
Walking over to your nightstand, which had your phone charger hidden behind it. You plugged in your phone and climbed into your bed, not having enough energy to actually check your notifications like usual. Pulling the covers over your form, you tried to get comfortable. You tossed and turned until you finally found the perfect position. After that, sleep came easy. You succumbed to a dreamless slumber, only waiting for your unconscious state to come back to reality.
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The next morning, you woke up groggy and annoyed by the sunlight peeking through your blinds.., also by your loud alarm's constant beeping. You reached over and pressed the 'stop' button on your alarm, the beeping coming to a halt. With a groan, you sat up in your bed, swinging your legs over the side. Your feet met the cold wooden floors and you got up to start your morning routine. First, breakfast. Breakfast was the only thing that kept you grounded for hours at a time. Today, for breakfast, you settled for something simple: a muffin that you heated up in the microwave.
After eating,, you did your second step of your routine and made your way to your bathroom to brush your teeth and whatnot. You turned your sink on and grabbed your toothbrush, wetting it under the water before putting the toothpaste on it, then wetting it again. You brought the toothbrush up to your teeth and began brushing your teeth like you always did. After you finished brushing your teeth and you rinsed your toothbrush, putting it back in its original place, you gargled with mouthwash, then water, washed your face, did your hair, yada yada.
Finally, the last part of your routine is putting on your work clothes. You make your way back to your room to put on one of your extra work uniforms. Of course you brought multiple pairs because of laundry reasons, and thank goodness you did. You pulled your white, button up shirt over your head, tucking the ends into your black, uniform pants. You slipped on a matching pair of white socks before grabbing your phone and book bag, then leaving your room, closing every door you left open. You wandered over to your front door, sliding your shoes on and leaving your little apartment.
You're a waitress at a sort of high class restaurant, open from breakfast until dinner. Working from eight A.M. to nine P.M., what a long shift. You soon arrived at the restaurant, clocking in and putting on your waitress apron that you kept inside your locker, your bag replacing the apron's spot in your locker. And soon enough, a family was sat in your section.
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You walked home. You usually walked home from work, today was no different. Your bag was slung over your shoulder, walking through the dark of the night. Finally reaching your apartment complex, which luckily for you, wasn't that far from your job. As soon as you got inside your apartment, you took your phone from your book bag, along with your headphones, and put your phone in your pocket. You sat your bag down and headed to your room to grab your dirty clothes, which you changed its place from the hamper to a laundry bag. You connected your headphones to your phone and played your music, leaving your apartment.
You went to your nearby laundromat to wash your clothes. Dumping them into the washing machine along with your detergent. You spent about an hour and a half at the laundromat, eventually stuffing the dried clothes into the laundry bag again and walking home with it.
Opening your front door, closing it behind you and setting the bag down next to it, you seen someone in your kitchen. What a pleasant surprise you didn't expect. You we're going to back out of your apartment, book it down the to the streets or whatever, but to your dismay, you're back was met with the coldness of your front door. You froze with a horrified look on your face. The stranger was rummaging through your cabinets until you caught his attention. He progressed slowly to you until you were face to face with the blue mask of the stranger. You weren't sure if it was a blunt force or sheer terror that made you pass out, but you did. Now you were unconscious in your apartment with a stranger, Great.
915 words, what a long page. Ntm on my shitty dividing hearts😭
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