Consort.

2-That Time She Saw A Ghost.

The human.

Life made no sense.

I mean, why is it that the people who basically did nothing productive in their life – cough, cough, Kim Kardashian – are the ones who got praised by most people and got a lot of money – to the point where they can throw it all in a bathtub and roll in it, when people who worked their butts off until they couldn't stand on their feet – cough, cough, Terry Hastings – are continuously dissed and are barely gaining any money?

Kind of what I've been ranting to myself for about three consecutive hours as I cleaned the nasty kitchen, tables, and floor of the café I worked in, all while wishing death upon my selfish manager and co-workers.

"If that pathetic excuse of a manager doesn't give me a raise in my allowance, he better be ready for some ass whipping." I mumbled to myself, locking the doors of J'adore café while I talked maniacally to myself. I double checked that the doors were locked before going on my own way with my cheap handbag slung on my shoulders.

As I walked, thinking about how my life would've been so drastically better if only I've been dating Brad Pitt, I suddenly remembered that the way back to my apartment was long and exhausting, and I paused in my spot and started whining to myself like a stupid teenager.

I wish I was still a teenager. At least, my mom would be forced to take care of me and take responsibility of everything I did, but in the present time, I was all alone with no one to help me get through my crappy days, which were basically every day.

"Life sucks, where are you, Pitt?" I huffed and stomped my foot to the pavement.

I was about ready for Brad to abandon his stupid fiancé and sweep me off of my feet and provide me – with preferably a lot – of his money.

I'm no gold-digger. Pinky promise.

However, remembering that there was a shortcut that would lead me home and spare me ten minutes of my precious time, made my life a little bit brighter, even though the streets were currently darker than Lord Voldemort's mind. But as I remembered that the shortcut back to my apartment consisted of multiple prostitutions and scary guys, my happy mood retreated its steps back into the darkness.

I thought about my plan to walk the scary shortcut, and my mind screamed 'NO WAY IN HELL' while my heart screamed 'YES', and due to the exhaustion that was running through my internal organs, I followed my heart and decided to walk the shortcut.

"Oh dear God," I started speaking lamely, looking up to the sky instead of paying attention to my way, which was probably a very stupid move since I was in a scary neighborhood in the middle of the night, walking my way to my apartment with practically no sense of protection.

"I know that I've been ignoring you a lot lately, and I know that never in my life have I prayed before, but I hope you hear me out." I wrung my hands together as I continued to pray.

"Please, just please, help me get out of this neighborhood safely and covered in my clothes. You know what they say; rape is bad. Actually, rarely anybody says that, but I wish people did understand that rape is not good, but that's not my point. Just please don't get me raped. I promise that if I got home safe, I'll donate some of my money, which is running alarmingly low, to charity."

I heard a stomp by the end of my prayer, which got me gasping and begging some more to God, while I quickened my pace.

"Calm down Terry, it's twelve am and the bad people here are probably having that beauty sleep that you deserve, so you don't need to worry about anyone attacking you. I mean, you're not even that pretty to worry so much."