Diary of A Broken Woman

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

Working long, exhausting days at work always wore me out. From the loud chatter around the diner, to the hot heat from the stoves burning in the kitchen. It all tired me. Sometimes I'll imagine coming home to a nice, hot bubble bath with a soft tune playing in the background and maybe even a nice foot rub from my man while I sip some wine. That would be perfect to me, but for me it was the complete opposite. Coming home was like another 2 or 3 hours of work. Cooking, cleaning and making sure my man stayed happy. I never wanted him not satisfied because that would make it much harder for me. And that's the last thing I needed.

"Aye lady, you getting on or what?"

My head rose up from my diary, peering at the bus ahead of me. Signing off on my entry, I gathered my things and stepped onto the bus. My eyes wondered across the filthy bus as I scrunched my nose up at the unpleasant smell. No matter how many times I rode the bus, I never got used to it. Trash scattered on the floor, the horrible smell of must, trash and cigarettes and don't even let me get started on the rowdy teens that rode it. The city buses was the last thing but comfortable.

I shoved my quarters into the machine before taking a seat on the almost empty bus. I sat my purse into my lap while letting out a breath. The dark skies ahead of me made me realize how late it was. It was a quarter past nine and I am just getting off work. Since they've changed my hours at work, I'll be getting off a little later than usual. My day is pretty much occupied with me working. I don't mind though. I'll take as much money as I can get.

I know your probably wondering what the hell am I doing working at a diner at the age of 24 but, hey. That's the best job I can get since I didn't apply for college right after high school. Darrell told me he didn't want me going to college. He told me it's a waste of my time and I won't be shit anyway, so what was my point of going? That all led to me here, working at a diner.

My dream job was always to be a lawyer. Defending people and helping fight the biggest cases. Watching the smiles on everybody's face as I won each case. That's all I wanted to do. I remember when I was younger, I'd always watch Criminal Minds and Law&Order. I'd be so focus on solving the case and wondering who the hell did it. I always said after I finished high school I'm going to college to become this. I had money put away in an account and everything, but things didn't go as planned for me. I was lucky enough to even graduate high school because 4 months prior to graduation, I was laying in a hospital bed, hoping for a second chance at life.

The sound of the buses loud brakes woke me out my thoughts. I swung my purse over my shoulder and made my way off the bus. I crossed my arms over my breast, feeling the chilly, Virginia breeze hit my body. The weather was always cold at night in Virginia. Something that I somewhat disliked.

I crossed across the pitch black streets, spotting my apartment complex in the distance. The only light was the moon lighting up the sky and the only sound you heard was dogs barking. It isn't too safe around this neighborhood I must admit. I completely hate living here. It wasn't that we had no choice but to stay here, it was the simple fact that Darrell likes staying here. Which I never understood why.

Walking up the staircase of our complex, it was loud chatter. You could hear the sound of laughter, a TV playing loudly in one of these apartments and even kids playing. It is never peaceful in our complex. There is always something going on. Gambling, arguing, kids playing. Just something. Once I unlocked the door, I stepped into our apartment. A slight smile spread across my face as I was greeted to warmth and the pleasant smell of lavender. I stepped out of my shoes and hung my sweater on the coat hook.

Our apartment isn't the best. Just one bedroom, a bathroom, living room and kitchen. Nothing luxury what so ever. I tried my best with decorating just to make it a little more homey. I'm just glad to have a roof over my head.