The Partial Eclipse Of The Heart

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She walked out of her therapists office with the same shitty feeling she did every week. It was inevitable, they sat for an hour talking about Megan's first week on her own and she really had nothing to tell. She left out some parts for example her going to a club and her breakdown when she first walked into her mother's home. She left out how she sat up all hours of the night going through old photos of herself when she was a child. And how she cried herself to sleep every night just wanting her mother to come back to her and tuck her in just one last time.

She missed them so much, its not until you don't have anyone that you truly understand what it's like to have nothing.

After her depressing appointment, Megan had a job interview at a local diner in the city. It was about two hours from where she lived and the only reason she was even considered for an interview is because her therapist, Adina, set it up for her. It was some sort of program to help former patients get back on their feet and blend in with society.

Megan wasn't complaining though, she would take anything she was offered if it got her out of that God forsaken house during the day. She needed a break from her life. She was just constantly reminded of everything that she has lost.

She was pretty much guaranteed the job and was to start bright and early the next day. She was handed a uniform and keys to the diner since she was going to be opening up four days a week. The training was pretty simple, all she had to do was switch the closed sign to open. Make sure all the chairs are down From off top of the tables in the morning and take people orders.

It was a piece of cake for her. She had no problem waking up early in the morning since she barely got sleep during the night. Now, not only was her mind projecting memories of her and her mother but now the times that she did close her eyes they were plagued of nightmares of the shooting. She had read so many articles on what happened that day, everyone she read was different. And in the dream she could see her mother arguing with Fiona, about what? she didn't know because she couldn't hear anything. All she could do was watch from a hidden corner of the room as two shots were fired and her mother's body convulsed at the impact it sent her flying on her back her head was pointed towards the ceiling as she shook. Blood pooling out of her midsection and down the corner of her mouth. Then it stopped and Megan woke up in a cold sweat, tears welling in her eyes.

She kept herself awake with endless amounts of coffee. She had already took a warm shower, dressed in her work clothes which consists of khaki pants and a blue shirt that had the company logo on the left-hand side.

She was the first one to pull up to the small diner. She parked in the back where the employee lot was, swiping her ID card into the slot, she went right to work. The first thing she did was set the tables, by the time she was done that cooks and waitresses started to arrive and finally they were ready to open and Megan was standing at her post by the cash register.

She was nervous, when the first customer arrived and ordered she stumbled on her words, sweat beads cascading down her face, her hands were shaking violently, she barely got done the first order without dropping her pencil. The customer payed her no mind, besides the wary look she got and the occasional 'are you ok?' which Megan reassured with a shaky 'yes' and a nod of the head

As the day progressed, Megan started to get the hang of everything. Her speech was no longer slurred and she stopped shaking almost completely. She just had to get the feel of the place and all of the customers so far being nice helped to. Her first day was going smoothly until she caught sights of the guy from last night.

Megan twisted the hat on her head farther down, so it was hiding her eyes. The first instinct that came to her was to hide from him, the reason? She had no clue. She impatiently gazed at the clock her first break was in five mintues, if only he would continue to talk to that women long enough for her to make a quick and quiet exit.