She's more than a Astros Fan - George Springer

Chapter 5 - Realization

"It's been a week since the game and I have doing my usual. School, work, studying, and typing my story. George hasn't texted me but I kinda figured he wouldn't, considering he's a professional baseball player, he's gonna be constantly busy with something.

I am currently at my job showing Jenna my boss, the pictures from the baseball game.

"Amy these are really good pictures. I love the depth of field on this photo and your action shots are excellent. Have you ever considered becoming a photographer."

"As much as I like doing photography, I love the idea of working with children in the future. The kids at the school are little angels and they always make my day." I said smiling.

"Aww that's sweet. Who's this young man sliding into third base." She asked holding up a picture.

I smiled and said "That's George Springer. He was stealing a base and nearly was tagged out but he made it just in time." I said recalling that memory.

"That's a really good action shot Amy, did you write a caption for this picture?" Jenna asked.

"Yes ma'am I did and I also wrote captions for the other pictures as well." I said while giving her my folder full of pictures and captions I wrote.

"Great, you are one of the best employers I ever hired. I love how most of your pictures have a meaning and how much time and work you put to make pictures like these perfect. I am going to give you a raise." Jenna said with a sincere smile.

"Oh Jenna thank you so much." I said hugging her. Even though she's my boss me and her are really good friends.

"Your welcome. Now I want you to clean those camera lenses over there and your done for today." She said pointing to the row of lenses.

"Alright."

"Oh and if you don't mind me asking, how did you get that nasty scar on your hand." Jenna asked pointing at my arm.

"I uh....um.. I..hurt it while running and I feel down on the ground and something sharp cut my hand."

"Oh goodness dear. You always gotta watch your area." Jenna said.

"Yeah I was careless." I said walking away to clean the lenses. Truth be told, that scar came from the same blade that cut my shoulder at age 15. A year after the unfortunate event that took place in my life, I didn't how to deal with the pain so I turned to the only thing that I saw as comfort. Blades my first cut is on my arm but I stopped cutting there and the scars appear on my waist and stomach. There isn't a lot since I only cut when I feel tempted and have anxiety. Which isn't all the either, only when I have nightmares. I tried stopping but I can't it's like a drug that I can't get away from. No matter how much I try, I'm to fond of my blade. I always wonder if I can ever escape from master and be free.

"Amy are you going to that Picnic in the park?" Jenna asked.

"I was planning to why?"

"Because the Houston chronicle just called me and asked if someone can photograph and do a story about it. I told them I'll look to see if one of my staff will do it and that I'll call them back. So can you do it? They'll pay you." She explained.

"Yeah sure I don't mind." I said.

"Great I'll give the call and let them know." Jenna said walking away to the front desk while I finished cleaning the lenses.

10 minutes later, I finished cleaning the lenses and I checked out a camera for tomorrow. I grabbed my backpack and keys and headed towards the front door.

"Bye Jenna see you later." I said pushing the door open and waving at her.

"Bye Amy get home safely." Jenna said as she waved back.