Paint The Pain Away [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 4: A Series of Unfortunate Events

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He had puked black ink all over your uniform! You looked at your uniform with disgust "I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to, it was an accident I, I--" You stopped him mid-sentence by saying "it's okay, really. I didn't like this outfit anyway. I just had to because it was the bar policy." You then gave him one of your famous fake smiles, he didn't seem to buy it though...

He looked at you you with disbelief. How did he know that I was lying?

*YOU ARE FILLED WITH CURIOSITY

How do these Skeletons fill you with these feeling? First it was Happiness, then it was Gratitude, and now it is Curiosity! I. Can. Not. Show. Any. Of. These. Emotions. That. I. Am. Feeling. Ever. I wonder what AU he is from? I wondered about the possibilities as I went into the back to change.

Ricky could get their orders while I am changing so it should be fine. Ricky was a co-worker, he knew about your mental illnesses and tried to help you. Whenever he did, by the way, you would always ignore him or just talk about something else. You do NOT like talking about what is wrong with you. You hate it when people start talking about your illnesses. When you got deeper and deeper in your thoughts. A flashback suddenly came flooding back to you....

~Flashback~

You got pushed to the ground again, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Aww is little whore gonna cry? Hmm? Well nobody will EVER wants to help you!" They were right. But you weren't a whore. You were a virgin, and you always will be. "I-I'm a v-virgin not a w-whore...." You tried to speak up, or at least make a effort to stand up for yourself. Then they laughed at you, "yeah right! Your nothing more of a punchline of a stupid joke! Go back to hell, where you came from!" They screamed at you. So you got up and ran....

~Flashback End~

You started tearing up after remembering 'it'. You hated your life. Once you snapped back into reality you realized you were changed. So you went into the bathroom and washed up. Nobody will ever see you cry. Unless they are the most important person in your life! You gave a long, deep sigh as you walked out to take the costumers orders. By now you had lost all emotion that you had when you had your trip down memory lane. Even though for you it was more like a stroll through hell. Now back to work. Or else I might lose money, or possibly get fired.