There's Nothing Wrong With Me..

Chapter 1

"What the fuck is this?!?" The manager yelled at me, pointing to the broken pieces of a, once whole, plate.
"I-I don't know...There was s-some liquid on t-the plate and I d-dropped it by a-accident" I quickly tried to say.
"You were the best employee but I obviously can't trust you emo pieces of shit these days. Recently you've been fucking up everything!"
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to!"

Right now everyone in the kitchen, who aren't cooking, are now starting at us and watching this unfold.
"Well it kinda looks like you fucking did!" He yelled getting closer to my face. I was already fed up with this shit I got from home and I've had enough. I looked for anything, and I mean anything, to use to stop him. My eyes spotted the shinning knife within arms reach.
"Your not gonna Get back-up cause No-one here likes you!" He yelled inches away. I grabbed the knife and pointed it at his face, just touching his nose.
I said in a low tone, "You say one more fucking thing and I swear to god this will go through your skull. Got it?"
He started nodding vigorously, starting to plead for his life through his eyes. I slammed the knife, pointy end first, into the counter. Well that grabbed everyone's attention.
"I don't have time for you anymore"
I walked off taking my apron. As I walked off he yelled back,
"Don't bother coming in ever again!"

I rushed home in the rain, my hoodie over my head.
"Fuck this weather, Fuck that Job, Fuck the people working there."
I said to myself quietly. I looked up to see all the lights in my home turned off and the front door probably locked. I walked up to the front door and, to my luck, it was locked. Luckily, I leave my window open just incase of emergencies like this, cause right now I really want to just be inside, under the covers, in bed with any Tim Burton movie on. I walked over to the side of the house where a tree with wooden blocks nailed into the side of the trunk stood. I started climbing up the tree, trying not to lose my footing since its raining, to reach my window. My, quiet frankly, older siblings who are in their 20's still living with mum and dad, built these wooden blocks into the tree so then they could get back into the house after parties with mates and not get caught. They've been caught a few times but my parents shake it off BUT if I get caught coming home late, from work so I can pay the bills and food, I get grounded for a month. Funny how that works huh? I reach for my window seal and open it up to roll in and onto my bed.
"Holy fuck it's cold in here" I whisper getting off my bed and turning on my lights and heater.
I take my jacket, T-shirt and jeans off and hang it up to dry. I change into my pyjama's. I slowly, and quietly, close my window to stop any more rain getting in and get onto bed.

It's been a week since then and things have been the same except for me trying to look for another job. Instead of going to school I walk around town to try and find one, even if I have to catch two buses and a train, I just really don't care at the moment.

I was sitting at my desk when someone rang the door bell, assuming it's a package I let my mum answer it. So I was minding my own business looking for any local jobs when my mum calls for me to come downstairs. I shut my laptop and push myself downstairs. I walk to the kitchen, assuming that's where she is and see not only her but the Manager, Frank, and co-worker, Shannon, from the restaurant a couple of blocks away I was fired from last week.
"Why are they here?"