Post by story on Sept 1, 2012 14:12:47 GMT -5
[style=width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #000; padding-top: 3px;]her feelings were too jumbled to try and sort out, thinking only caused a pounding to beat against her head and leave her wanting to cry out. story had no idea what was up with herself. lately she had been feeling more finicky and on edge about things. she had been more solitary the last week, deciding to keep to herself instead of requesting the company of adele or presley. they were two good friends of hers, always ready to hear her woes when she finally couldn't keep them pressing on her chest any longer. story had hardly spoken the last few days, everything was being kept bottled up in her chest and she could feel it all screaming in despair. it wasn't the type of secrecy that would remain calm, sitting inside of her without a protest. it was the troubles that were eager to be released to raise all sorts of variations of hell. hell wasn't something she wanted to suffer through any longer. sixteen years of hell had been enough for story. still she was heckled by the past that seemed to be insistent on seeping back into the craps of her interior.
her shift in the cafe had been a little short from what could be considered a disaster. it started off with the tiny problem that story couldn't find her white button down shirt. it was a crucial, the only type of wear that was acceptable when waiting. twenty minutes late she finally showed up in the kitchens, the cook frowned at her and the manager didn't even meet her gaze. her reputation at the resort was still marred, her father had managed to reach her even in his incarceration. she hadn't been looking where she was going after she had finally settled down into the anticipation of her five hour shift. it was a tray full of entrees that were particularly messy and her foot had gotten caught on the long train of women's dress. it's easy to imagine what happened next. she was called off for that night, shooed away from the mess of a woman who was sobbing from the mess that had been smeared all across her face. story wouldn't be receiving her pay for that night because she had managed to screw up so badly. she couldn't explain herself, she was six months into her job and usually performed her jobs to near perfection. her mindset was effecting everything.
she wanted to unwind, feel all of the stress and anxiety roll of her with some well needed relaxation. the resort was her home, story knew every square foot of the place and could easily access all spots. the resort spa was her favorite place, it was a place where she felt she could easily let her worries go by placing her body in water that bubbled with warmth. quickly she had figured that late in the evening many of the guests didn't bother with the spa, they were either dining in the cafe or caught up in their rooms. it was a pleasure to her, she could tiptoe into the spa room without being looked at with narrowed eyes by the guest. her name was known throughout the whole resort and some people weren't comfortable knowing that she was a staff member. she looked peculiar in a blazer that covered her cheaply purchased bikini, one of the more lavish guests had gifted her with it when they discovered that it was an ill fit on their shoulders. her bare feet slapped softly on the recently dried floor and she slipped off her jacket, she thought nothing was she abandoned it in the middle of the floor. no one was there to bother her. "peace..."
open,
641 words,
it sucks,
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