Bliss
\ˈblis\ (n) : Complete Happiness
Isis wasn't a normal 17 year old girl who felt as though she never had a place in the world. The introverted teenager wasn't always happy and constantly wonders about her surroundings. While coming home from...
"Kim. You don't have to close up the shop. I'll do it. Just go home! You've done enough for today." I stressed to Kim, my boss. She was a 34 year old woman that closely resembled Taraji P. Henson. Ive worked here since I was 16 and she became another mother to me in my year being here.
If anything, she was the only person i felt that cared about me.
Since my mother had been in and out of jail for the last 2 years, I've had to take care of the apartment and myself. And that's where she is right now.
Being the only child, I've always felt alone and unwanted in a way. I never felt pretty and even special for that matter. Boys went for the small girls, and I definitely wasn't that. I was the girl that would sit with a small group of friends and not talk to them. Just be there to not feel completely alone at school.
"Isis, you always overwork yourself! But I very much appreciate it, Sweetie. Thank you." Kim said tiredly as she put her apron on the apron wall and went in the back to get her things. "You do a lot for me, so its only fair." I said. It was true. She knew about my situation and fed me and gave me the extra food that was left over being as though we worked in a diner.
Kim walked from the back with her things and fixed one of the tables in the front of the diner. "Thanks, again honey and don't forget to lock the door behind you. Ill see you tomorrow. Have a good night." And with that, she disappeared into her car and down the long dark street.
I cleaned up the remainder of the store and got my things from the back and went out the glass door locking it behind myself. The streets of Harlem was cold and dark as usual.
I lived in Harlem, NY all my life, even when my father was still alive. He died in a shoot out with a rival gang when I was 14. Since then, my mother would prostitute, scam and shoplift to get us by, but most of it wouldn't last long because she was sloppy and always got caught. It was definitely something I didn't want to think about. My life wasn't something I was proud to talk about.
As I was 4 blocks away from my apartment building, I saw a guy with braids behind me wearing all black. I didn't really think anything of it. 2 mins later, I heard footsteps closer. I began to walk faster and then the steps got louder. I started to see the front steps of one of my friends house from school. I was going to go there to get away faster.
"STACY OPEN TH-" Everything went black.
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