Perks of a lonely life

A new well being

         Shit. I forgot to put the strawberries in the freezer. Margo is going to be pissed!
And there she was. Margo. Margo Hobbs. The owner staring right at me. Sleeves rolled up. Cuts. Wounds. Open for the world to see. To judge. To forget. But Margo never forgets. Unlike me. I forget everything. From my past. My life. To putting strawberries in a freezer.
Oh. Hey Margo... Saying hesitantly.
   Em... She sighed. Go home and fix yourself up.
But where? I had no home. Nothing. But a alleyway full of dirty mattresses and my "collection". And she wants me to go home!?
But I-
   Emma!
Of course. Margo calls me Emma, because it's more professional for her business. I stuck with Em because. "Yolo"
I slumped my way out of the bakery into the empty streets, to the ally next to the shop. I slumped down in my cozy little corner and cried. Cried. And cried.

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It was a hour passed and I has bored out of my mind. I was stiff still when I heard rumbling through the nearby disposal. I wanted to forget the disruption but it got closer and closer. I jumped to my feet and grabbed a two by four plank as a weapon. Foot steps drove closer and closer to my shadow. As the sun was setting so was the figure. A tall man. Outlines the edges around the sun.
Who...who are you!?
Silence.
Don't make me repeat myself!
    He took a step closer to me blocking my light of the sun. I dropped the two by four and grabbed his hands. Immediately I felt safe again. From the moment I saw his eyes. I found my new home. In his arms.

    What are... You doing here? You know. In New York?
Just checking on ya...
Im fine on my own you know? Im almost twenty years old. I have a job and money for all my needs and-
     And? He repeated.
    And I'm just fine.
Really? Look at your god damn arms Emma!
Don't call me that... I hate it.
Hate what? Emma? Your own name?
ITS NOT MY NAME! I shouted.
  I'm. Sorry. Em... He paused for a matter of seconds before being up the same subject he always talks about. Me. MySelf. It was embarrassing telling him my life story. Depressing. Sad. It wasn't something I'm proud of. Not like it was my fault. I couldn't help that I was stranded and just was left... Alone. 
   So.. Your really okay here? I mean where do you work... And besides your ally... What else do you do around here.?
So many questions and I forgot half of them.
      Well... Umm... I guess I'm okay... Sorta.
What do you mean... Sorta?
Well you know. The usual.
So trying to kill yourself. Waking up every morning before the sun and going to your pity job?
I could sense the anger and sadness in his voice. There was a lump in my throat. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't fine and everyone knew it.
   Braxson... I'm so.. Sorry...
It's okay Em. I'm here for you. Because I love you and care about you. Let's go and wash off those arms of yours. And warm you up. It's cold out here.
Only time could heal the things I've done. But Brax was a pain reliever I've been needing for a long time. And thank god he's here. Or I would be dead...