Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

17- Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

My whole body felt numb. I walked into work with a blank expression on my face and dressed in black. I ignored all calls of my name and went to my desk to put my stuff down before going down to the stock room. An intern down there looked at me frightened and sprinted up the stairs when I told him to get out.

I walked to the back where the windows were and sat down. The windows were like any other windows; they were in the middle of the wall and huge. My whole perspective of the outside changed when I sat down, seeing as how I can’t see through the concrete that the window was propped up on.

I saw how fragile the window was. The wall was slightly corroding in some spots and the glass itself had a small crack. I wonder what would happen if I…

“Victoria, what are you doing?”

I stayed in place on the ground and didn’t shield myself from the flying glass. Chris ran over to me and knelt down. He began checking my arms and face.

“Are you okay? What were you doing?” he asked, making me look him in the face.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Did you know that glass goes in both directions when it’s broken? I learned that in fourth grade.”

“Victoria, listen to me. Why were you trying to hurt yourself?”

I opened my eyes to see Chris’s hazel ones. They looked so concerned.

“Titanium dumped me last night,” I said, looking out the broken window.

“So you break the window? Are you trying to kill yourself because a boy broke up with you? Do we even need to talk about how stupid that is?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know why I did it. Just felt like breaking something.”

Chris sat down next to me and said, “Titanium misses you. He told me.”

I grunted.

“He also said that he’s really sorry that he had to leave you. He couldn’t risk your life just so he could be happy.”

“He was happy?”

Chris scoffed playfully and nudged my shoulder. “Duh, why else would he keep coming back?”

I smiled and tilted my head to lean on Chris.

“Did you know,” Chris started, before pausing, “That Titanium wants me to go out with you?”

I took my head away from him to stare.

“Just to make sure you’re okay,” he said quickly.

I chuckled. “Well thanks, but I’m fine.”

“But what if… I want me to go out with you, not just Titanium?”

I hopped up and held out my hand for Chris to take.

“Then you have some serious wooing to do.”

Chris smiled at me, which made me smile back.

“What the hell happened here?”

We turned to see Hansen standing with his fists balled up at his sides.

“A bird hit the window…and it broke,” I said, looking at Chris.

Hansen cocked an eyebrow. “A bird? A tiny bird broke that big window?”

Chris answered. “It was a big ass bird,” he said, showing the size with his hands.

Hansen walked by us to the window and looked out.

“And where is said bird? A bird that hits a window with enough force to break it surely can’t still be alive.”

Chris and I looked at each other. I gave it a shot.

“The bird did fall down, but then it flew right back up. Not even a scratch,” I said.

“Nope,” Chris agreed, waving his arms to emphasize ‘no’.

Hansen eyed us and started to walk back upstairs.

“Hill?”

I looked at Hansen.

“Stop scaring the interns,” he said, before disappearing from view.

“What did you do?” Chris asked.

I shrugged and walked back upstairs, Chris trailing behind me.

“You know,” Chris said, pointing behind him, “We really need to get someone to fix that window.”

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Whenever I finish a chapter, I get a sense of relief. Relief of not having to write it anymore. Getting all my ideas out.

For future refrence, refer to this story as DID. Writing the title out millions of times is really effing annoying.

Also, because of my dyslexia, I make spelling mistakes that I can't always catch. Will you catch them for me, por favor? (And no, I'm not asking for an editor. Editer? I don't even know.)

If you can decode the tags you'll be a character in the story. First person to decode them, though.