𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓮 ✰𖤐

𝓢𝔂𝓶𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 ❀

꧁Lorelii꧂

I've always been... different, in a way. Even it childhood, never once did I find myself fitting into a group or title. Now, in adolescence, I find myself stuck in the same position, I have a shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood and i make less money annually than fast food workers do.

I'm an artist. Sort of, I'm not as successful as I'd like to be But I could myself getting there eventually, maybe.

Right now all I need is to find some sort of stable job. My paintings don't sell often and I need money just to survive on...

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At 3:34 AM precisely, I laid on my bed, curled up into a ball as I scrolled through job listings near me on my phone. A pastel green face mask on my face, dry and cracking at the edges as I enveloped myself within the sweet world of applying for a job. My curly brunette hair was tied into a loose bun as not to get in my face.

'Why can't I just sleep already?!' I asked myself angrily as I failed to do just that, sleep. I lazily pulled my headphones on over my ears and opened Spotify. I unpaused whatever had been previously playing and continued my search for a suitable job

[𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻: 𝓑𝓛𝓤𝓔 𝓫𝔂 𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓔𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 ♪♬]

Finally one caught my eye, reasonable salary, nighttime hours (which was fine by me.) and the best part, it was live-in so i would have a place to stay other than this dump! I looked around my tiny apartment, and made my decision. I clicked "apply", filled out a form and once it declared that I was suitable for the job, I thought I got it. However it said 'Application submitted and under review. Expect an update on your status within the next 48 hours.' I tossed my phone aside, "Well that was fucking easy." Now you're probably wondering what the job was, right? I'll tell ya: Personal Assistant.

I did not happen to look into who exactly I would be an assistant to, or where I would be living if I got it, I knew they'd send me an address and I'd find out who it was eventually.

I got up and washed my face mask off, and instead of being productive...I laid back down.

And with that, I closed my eyes and slept. A rare occasion for me...

꧁Leo꧂

I drove home, shirt splattered with dark, pooling blood. I drove like a mad man, not bothering to pull into my 7 car garage. I hopped out of my car and rushed into my home, immediately stripping my unsightly clothing off, likely staining the bathroom tile. I jumped in the shower, my thoughts raced by, 'What if I was followed?' 'Why does my phone keep buzzing?' I asked myself frantically as I furiously scrubbed the blood off of my body.

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After a bit, I sat in my office alone with the lights dimmed. I scrolled through my phone, wondering why it was going crazy earlier. I found the cause, something I'd been waiting on for a while. An application to be my assistant.