Italia's pov
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon , I reach over to see what time it is 8:13 am to early for me I say as I start to go back to sleep , shit ! I forgot about my job interview today , I'm applying for a job as a cashier at a small bakery in
Town , not the best job but it's will supply me with enough money to help my mom out on the bills.
I get up out of bed and start my shower , they say showers are a perfect place for thinking and I agree , I start to think about my dad and how cruel he was to me and my mother I just can't understand it she was your ideal perfect wife and she done all she could to keep him pleased , I shiver at the thought of that one night that still gives me nightmares , I'm shaken out of my thoughts as the show turns freezing cold piece of crap ! I hit the shower , our house is 23 years old and let me tell you it definitely doesn't have a lot of luxury appliances in it.
I get out of the shower and put a towel around my body and head to my closet to find something to wear , hmm dark blue jeans and I white tee- shirt perfect for me , after I get dressed I brush my teeth and put on the some foundation and mascara , and I take my hair out of its bun and let my wavy brown hair down , good enough is sigh looking at the mirror.
I walk down the creaky steps to see my mom eating breakfast , Good Morning mom I say , morning Italia she says reading the uninteresting newspaper , I check the time and it's 9:00 ugh I only have 10 minutes to get to the bakery I start walking very fast down the street when I feel a very painful pinch in my back I ignore it and start walking faster , I start to sweat and get very dizzy next thing I know I can only see black what is happening to me ?
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