Scars

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Monday 20th November

After waving down every taxi in New York City, I finally get to work. I hardly ever take my car to work because I am not sitting in traffic, wasting my own gas whilst trying to get to my least favourite place on earth and then when I get there, having to try and find a space to park my car and hoping that it won't get scratched, dented or have any other impairment to the body work by the end of the day.

I look down at my watch seeing that its 07:36, leaving me precisely 24 minutes to grab a bagel, a coffee and mentally prepare myself for the day ahead. Competition must be high for all of the various coffee shops here in the Big Apple.

Choosing my personal favourite early morning snack shop, Wake Up & Smell the Coffee, I decide on a cinnamon sugar coated bagel and a vanilla latte. I think they know my order by now, well, they should do. I quickly pay the total of $9.80 before checking the time on my phone, 07:55 exactly.

Walking at a rather fast speed down the pavement to make sure I get to work on time, my text message alert chimes from my phone. Wondering who on earth would be texting me at this time of the morning, I glance down at the screen while still walking to see Sam's contact appear on the lock screen. Sam? My Sam? Surely not.

Sam❤️‍: Have a good day baby, see you when you get home. Xx

I reply with a red heart emoji, simple but meaningful.

Walking into work with an extremely forced smile plastered on my face, I shoot a small smile to the receptionist Hellen, nothing returned as usual but then again I didn't expect anything back. That's right, with two l's. You do not know how many times I have heard "my name is spelt with two l's, you know, like hell. Where you more than likely came from". What a bitch. I really want to reply with "Yeah, I did come from hell...sent by Satan herself AKA you" but I have refrained myself. That's an achievement in itself. I kind of have to refrain myself otherwise I would probably get sacked by the boss, in other words, her father.

Taking the, what might as well have been the walk of shame, to my office – room 152. I haven't even opened the door to my personal hellhole and I can already see the mountain of paperwork and files which have been dumped on my desk awaiting to be sorted by yours faithfully. I haven't opened the door so surely I can still turn back around and run away, right? No? Oh, okay.

Sam's POV (oooohhhhhh)

It is now 12:43pm on this not so fine Monday and staring out of the window down onto the hustling New York City, all I see are a few arguments, people endlessly waving down taxis and then flipping them off when they don't pull over or the wannabe frat boys 'swagging' down the sidewalk.

I know what you're probably wondering, why are you so harsh on Alexa? And I feel ashamed to admit this but I don't know. I try my best to distract myself but having bipolar makes that 100 times more difficult because the slightest little things can spark that fuse, and then I explode. Taking it out on the person closest to me, most of the time Alexa.

My job is very time consuming and at times a little frustrating because the competition is so high within the music industry. I rap about a lot of my problems because then I am converting my troubles into something I love and have a passion for.

I'm just sat here on the couch like the lazy ass that I am, eating a chicken and mayonnaise sandwich that I made myself....okay, I went and bought it from LunchBoxx. There's nothing on television to watch, I have no more episodes of The Walking Dead to watch and I don't feel like committing myself to watch a film.