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"Hands! Hands, somebody fucking answer me!"
The golden necklace felt so tight against her hallow skin, afraid that her eyeballs would pop out from their sockets because of how tight it was wrapped around her throat. The pendant rested against her skin that felt like sulfuric acid and clammy because of how much she was sweating despite the fact that she was wearing a blouse — just casual clothes. It was hotter than ever and she felt like she was going to puke all over the place. But after service, when it was time for cleaning, Odessa found it really relaxing despite all the bleach that was lazily thrown in the cleaning supplies.
Egg yolk slowly rolled down the metal tabletop, grease was slathered across calloused skin as loud voices echoed throughout the kitchen. Her eardrums felt like they were going to pop at any point.
She tried to inhale, but the smoke and the grime from it all made her want to puke. Carmy's screaming across the kitchen didn't help her either because it gave her a massive headache.
"Hands!" shouted Carmy, again, and his face was slightly red.
"Does anyone know what the fuck he's saying!" Richie called out.
"Just shut the fuck up." murmured Odessa underneath her breath and she tried to adjust her breathing by pressing a hand against her chest. She had to remind herself that she was in a kitchen and it was normal. The brunette tapped her palm against her chest three times — one, two — and she went back to work.
Then, finally, cleaning time had come.
Odessa stepped back from her station to examine it after she wiped down the runny egg yolk from the tabletop. It was alright. Just alright, not perfect. She sprayed a few drops of cleaning soap onto the cold metal and she scrubbed her wet rag against the countertop.
Why did Odessa feel like suddenly crying? Her heart was hitched in the back of her own throat and the telltale sign of her face burning up. She was overreacting, like usual, because she wiped her arm over her teary eyes, and she inhaled sharply.
Okay, so, here was the thing about Odessa Sinclair; she overreacted a lot. Growing up, her home life was eh, yada yada, but she always read situations the wrong way and overreacted because of it. She overdid everything and it made her feel so fucking..emotional? Sad? Whatever it was, she just wanted to take that feeling into her hands and crush it out completely, to the point where it turned into nothing but dust and ashes.
But Odessa supposed that everyone felt that way so she just sucked it up and worked because she knew that the world did not stop for one little person like her.
