Happy Go Lucky

Prologue

I sit in my room as tears are flooding down my face leaving rivers of make up. I rub my neck where the usual grasp of a choker with the letter E inscribed in was, then let my hand fall as I realize its no longer there.

Just like him, I thought. More tears fall into little puddles on my bear legs that are crossed underneath me. I'm glad it's night time so random family member wouldn't walk in and catch me crying like this. "Be strong, Chey.... " they would say, though pep talks never have worked on me.

I wipe my nose for the ump-teenth time today with a handy dandy tissue and toss it somewhere off in my room. I find my eyes are growing heavy a glance at the clock briefly to see what time it is. Holy shit! It's nearly three A.M! I have work tomorrow, think I'm going to call in sick all the same. I slide down into my bed, covers pushed over my head, and try to stop my mind from thinking. My nose burns real bad from the lack of lotion, me and my dry freckled skin don't do well with tissues.

•four or so hours later•

Funny how in the morning you look at the clock and see 7:45, decide to shut your eyes for two minutes and wake up to a clock mocking you with it's 9:15 symbols.

"Well, there goes work," I say aloud to no one in particular, being my room is empty besides me. I roll out of bed a little to quickly proved of my lack of stability, and have to slump against the wall to catch my balance. I'm slow to react to the small yelp that comes from beneath my foot.

"Oh shit, sorry Macen..." I practically scream at my little boy cat. I lift my foot of his tail and see him attempt to cradle it. Oopsy daisy, guess it's what I get for trying to wake up to quickly with a hang over. I fall back into bed as I just convinced myself there was nothing wrong with sleep. Is it wrong to use your cat as a sign of you going back to bed? I think not. I rub what little silt has gathered into the corners of my eyes and stretch out crazy in my bed to fall back asleep when the phone rings.

"Fuck," I cough once to hide the curse word as I pick up the phone and hold the receiver to my ear,

" Hello?"

"Ah, so, Cheyenne, you are alive!" My boss says a little too cheerfully on then other line.

"Yes, sorry about not calling in, I must have slept past my alarm." I say, hoping he will buy into my lies," anyway, I'm not feeling too great today. I'll be in tomorrow though, no worries."

"Okay, Cheyenne, please do so," He says then whysepers into the reciever," I can't speak good for you to the higher ups if you're never here."

"Oh..." Was all I could muster, and promptly hung up, I could see my boss searching around the room now to insure no one had heard him.

I let out a dramatic sigh as I can feel wrinkles forming on my forehead. I forgot about the business proposal I was supposed to have ready by tomorrow. My boss had mentioned this project hung on some pay raise of mine. Joyous times over here!

Speaking of, where the hell is my coffee!!!

"Honey-" I cut my self off as I realize there is no so called 'honey' there to respond. I look over at my cat sitting so delicately in my window sill, blocking the sun from my eyes. I raise an eyebrow at him as he lets out a lazy yawn.

Yep, you and me buddy, you and me I repeat to myself as I drift off to sleep hoping to awake sometime in the relative future. I do need to get that presentation done after all, no matter how taunting it may be. I need to keep this Job.

/AN/ Hey All :) Really hope that this prologue goes across well, Please stick around for the rest of the story. If you all have any questions or concerns about my works please do let me know anytime. I will try and upload the new parts every other day. Vote and comment as always :))) Thanks ~Lynn