Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 2

Fun fact...

You can't buy Dildos in Alabama

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    I awoke the next morning, my head still spinning with the thoughts of that voice inside my head. I mean, I always knew I was crazy, but still, I was only 18 and thought it was a little too soon to be hearing voices. I always thought I'd hear voices when I was around 70.

I dressed in a plain black hoodie, leggings, and bright purple Crocs. Yes, I know, I'm one of those cool people who wear Crocs. I let my white hair flow freely around my shoulders as I slid my leather gloves over my hands, and headed out the door.

Today is the day...I'm gonna get a job.

I passed my house, not bothering to address my mother who I knew was watching me from her bedroom window like she did every morning. She liked to keep the doors locked, she thought if they were unlocked, I'd prance in there, like freaking Rudolph the Lightening nosed Reindeer and murder her. I don't even remember the last time I was in that house.

I set out to the street, tucking my gloved hands into the sleeves of my hoodie as I approached Dunkin' Donuts. I like donuts, I like coffee, maybe this is the job for me.

The place was busy, as I'm sure it is most Saturday mornings. There was a bunch of people tapping away on their lap tops trying to look successful. 'oh, hey ya'll, I have a job, and you can tell I have a job because of the way I'm slamming my hands into my keyboard so loudly, so that everyone can hear.' Ugh.

I walked in, noticing the cashier with the name tag "Tonya".

"Hi, are you hiring?" I asked Tonya.

She looked up at me as she made a coffee order, her hair was pulled back so tightly into a bun that her eyebrows were pushed upwards, giving her that 'oh shit I'm surprised' look.

"Um, no, I don't think so." She said slowly, giving me one last look before putting a lid on the pipping hot coffee.

"Darn. That's unfortunate. Are you sure? Can I just like try it out?"I asked, smiling.

She looked at me for a minute, before turning her attention to one of her coworkers. They talked for a few minutes, almost as if I wasn't even there.

Alright, Willow. This is your moment. You've trained your entire life for this. Let's make this shit get awkward.

"Excuse me? Toyota? Did you hear what I said?"

She glared at me, "It's Tonya. And I thought I made it clear that I was done talking to you."

I feigned innocence, "Okay sorry. Lemme try again. Excuse me, Toyota Camry Honda Odyssey fuck me in the ass Lamborghini sports car vroom vroom Eat More Chicken, are you hiring?"

She stared at me, muttering something under her breath before she turned away.

"Well you're a cunt." I muttered under my breath, as I walked out of the store. I really hate it when people are rude to me for no apparent reason. I'm so totally respectful.

I'm coming

I heard the voice whisper in my ear again, my scar on my back began its insensate burning and I groaned.

"Dude, first off, you, like, reek of cigarettes, and second, if you're gonna cum, just cum, but be sure your pull-out game is strong." I muttered under my breath, yanking my hood over my head.

I heard, what sounded to be a sinister laugh, as the burning pain subsided, and the voice scurried away. Yeah bitch, run away, Fear Me.