Darker Than Death || CaptainSwan

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Looking over at it, I slapped it, turning the damn thing off. The clock read 5:30 am; the time I need to get up so I can get ready for work. The coffee shop I work at opens at 7:00 so this gives me time to get ready and walk to the coffee shop.

I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I have no motivation to get up and ready today. What am I saying? I feel this way every morning. I feel like I have no energy to get up and I just don't want to. I want to lay in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing. But I can't because otherwise I could get fired.

Oh wait! My boss won't fire me because he seems to love me. But not in a sweet and cute way. No, he's a fucking pervert. Always touch my ass, rubbing himself up against me and he always tries to hit on me. I swear, one day I am going to punch him in the face.

Finally after laying in my bed for 6 minutes, I got up and walked to my bathroom after I grabbed my work clothes. I stripped all of my clothes off and examined my body in the mirror.

'Fat.' Is what my mind tells me. I see my hip bones, but it just isn't enough. They need to stick out more.. My thigh gap isn't big enough.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. My eyes then traveled back to my thighs. I stared at all the cuts and scars. Some were fresh, some were old. After practically having to tear my eyes from them, I hopped in the shower, wincing at the stinging pain that the hot water have my cuts.

After about 15 minutes, I finally got out of the shower. Once I stepped out and brushed through my long, blonde hair, I stepped on my scale and weighed myself.

Weighing myself has just become a part of my routine in the morning. I have it do it every day, otherwise I'd probably go insane without knowing. But it strange because it never really makes me happy. I have never been happy with the number on the scale. But I still do it even though I know I'll just hate myself even more.

Right now I weight 103 pounds. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming at myself. My goal is to get under 100 pounds. Yes, I am 21 years old and want to get under 100 pounds.

After I weighed myself, I stepped off the scale and went back to get ready for work. First I blow dried my hair and then curled it into very loose curls. I then put on foundation and concealer, just to help cover the bags under my eyes. I also put mascara and a bit of lip gloss on.

Once finished with my makeup, I looked at myself. No makeup in the world could cure my ugliness. I thought to myself.

I then shook those thoughts from my head and got dressed into my work clothes. Walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed my phone and purse then walked out of my apartment and made my way to work.

I don't have a car because I just don't really have the money for one. So because of this, I either have to walk or take the bus everywhere. And it's kind of annoying..

The coffee shop I work at is called "Thinking Cup." About a year after I got out of the foster system, I moved back to Boston as the family I loved lived in Boston and I made a very close friend, Killian when I used to live here.

After a while of walking, I finally made it to the shop. I got there early so I could help set things up and prepare for people to come in.

I walked and saw my boss, James. He stood there behind the counter, watching me as I walked in. What a creep.

I then walked around the counter to where he was, planning on going to the back to get rags to clean off the tables when I felt James squeeze my ass. I quickly turned around, shocked.

"What the hell?!" I screamed.

He lowered his face so his mouth was by my ear. "I wouldn't scream at your boss if I were you," he whispered just before he kissed my neck. I shoved him off of me and went into the back, continuing to do what I had wanted to do in the first place.

I grabbed a rag and some spray stuff and went back out to clean the tables. After about 10 minutes, just as I finished cleaning the tables, it was time for the coffee shop to open. I watched as James walked over to the front door and flipped the sign so it now said 'open.'

I then walked back to behind the counter and prepared myself for a long and boring day.

After several hours of working, it's finally time for me to go home.

I am sick of all the rude and disrespectful customers. But quitting is sadly not something I can do. This is one of the only jobs that would take me in and pay for a decent amount of money. And even with just this job I am barely able to keep up with things.

Before leaving the shop I decided to help out a bit and clean a few of the tables and sweep the floor.

While sweeping the floor, I started to become a bit dizzy and I stumbled a bit. I held onto the table that was in front of me to hold myself up and just stood there to take a break for a second.

My eyes snapped up when I heard footsteps coming towards me.

James put his hands on my waist. "You ok, baby?" He said with a creepy smirk on his face. I glared up at him.

"I'm fine," I replied, bitterly.

"No, let's go in the back and get you some water. We don't want you passing out now do we?" James said. He then took the broom out of my hand and propped it up against the wall. He then out his hand on my back, leading me to the back.

The entire time I just wanted to slap his hand away and tell him to leave me the hell alone. He's just a disgusting creep that I just want to punch in the face.

Once we were behind the counter, he got my a cup of water. He watched me as I drank it. After I was done, I set the cup on the table and began to walk away when James grabbed my wrists and backed me up against the wall.

My eyes shot open. "What the he'll are you doing?" I almost yelled.

Everyone else had already left so no one was here to help me.

"Don't talk to your boss like that, Emma," James snapped at me and then crashed his lips onto mine.

I pressed my lips shut, not letting him out his tongue into my mouth. I struggled against him but he is much stronger then me. It's now that I wished that I weighed more so I had the strength to get him off of me.

But before James could go any farther, I raised my knee and kicked him right where I knew it would hurt. He stumbled back and I took this time to grab my purse and run out of the shop.

Once I was far away from the shop, o slowed down and wiped off the sweat on my forehead.

I need a drink.

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A/N: yay, first actually chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it :) Killian will be introduced in the next chapter.
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