This is a new fanfiction I'm starting; enjoy if you want.

Was I insane? No not particularly, but I believe that I was getting there. Unfortunately everyone depended on me staying sane; I was having a difficult time keeping to those standards. I tried, oh believe me, I fucking tried, however my dedication was falling apart at the seams. I wasn't going to try to keep them together anymore. Although I've been known to go back on my word countless times. This situation wasn't going to be any different.

Enormous piles of paper stand haphazardly on my desk. They lean as almost as if something was pulling them down. I was waiting for that one day when they would finally give out and crash on top of me. I can practically imagine the faces of my surrounding coworkers; pieces of floating letters would drift over to their personal space and land on top if their computers, keyboards, heads. They would pop their heads up over the borders of their cubicles questioning what was going on. The situation would finally give me an excuse to have an emotional breakdown. Not like I wouldn't have one anyway; I seriously needed a lunch break.

"Are you heading to lunch?" Christina was a coworker that I disliked slightly less than the rest of the soulless people I call coworkers. You could almost call us close companions; almost. She was caramel skinned with short hair that was a darker hue of brown. She was also the best damn writer in this whole freaking establishment. I had a deep respect for her.

"Yeah, I need a break." She glanced over from her screen and over to my disheveled desk and nodded slightly. She understood.

"Save me a spot, I'll join you in a few. I've got to finish this article."

The 'faculty room' was basically an office that was never used. When I first started working here this didn't exist and workers were left to eat in there cubicles. Majority of them still do that anyways. The room was dreadfully plain to the point of depression. The walls were alabaster white and the room always smelt of sickly sweet burning candles. It really put a damper on your appetite. A refrigerator stood in the corner with a sign plastered on it explaining the 30 day rule; that's why I never put things in the refrigerator. On the walls posters hang with bold titles like 'Sexual Harassment in the Workplace' and 'CPR Assistance Guidelines'.

I hated this damn room. About ten minutes before I took off for lunch some guy by the name of Edward would take off for lunch. He ate rather quickly but all he ever ate was bowls of rabbit food. The guy was blind, well in one eye, so I had a lot of lax for this guy. But he would always leave his trash sitting in the same spot. Every. Freaking. Day. The bastard never gave me any personal problems but his lack in cleanliness really put me in a pissy mood. But to be fair everything put me in a pissy mood, as well as good moods, if you get my drift. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

Christina walks in only seconds later carrying her lunch bag that she used every day. She takes a seat in a spot that only moments ago had salad garbage. That seat happened to be one seat down from mine. Christina and I never sat next to each other. As I noted before we were no more than work companions; there was no need for us to be in that close proximity.

"What was your article over?"

"Oh, some high school tennis team that's going to the playoffs for the first time." You see Christina was the best writer here but I felt as if her department was as boring as hell. She was in charge of the local news report, A.K.A boring news. Although I always envied her in a way; not for her writing ability because my department didn't necessarily require for you to be able to write per say. But I envied her lack of work; Christina had an easy department. I had more difficulty with my department. A lot more.

My department was the advice column. Oh yes I was stuck with solving shitty problems for very unfortunate people. It was a nightmare. And at this exact moment I was backed up with unsolved problems. My phone buzzed.

"Why does your phone keep buzzing? Is somebody popular?" She gave a small smile after she said that. Hmm, interesting.

"No, it's countless emails for the advice column."

"Really? Can you read me one?"

"Why?"

"I don't know I'm just interested in hearing some of these people's problems. Maybe I can help you; you're a bit backed up?" This was the most interaction we've had ever. I didn't like it; we were simply supposed to be those two people who hated each other slightly less than the rest. That's all; now she wants to take a journey down and endless fucking rabbit hole called the advice column? It's utterly ridiculous, but I complied because deep down under this cold hard exterior that I put out, I didn't even want to lose our so called work companionship. So I pulled out my phone which was already backed up with email notifications. I clicked on the most recent one which was titled with '?!' "Okay here we go."

Hey Tris, I sort of have this problem that's difficult to deal with. My life consists of an ab-

I quickly closed the email and stopped reading. The words that almost slipped out of my mouth were frightful.

"Why'd you stop reading?"

"Um the email was cut off. Here I'll read you another one." And of course she didn't question the abnormality of the situation but I didn't suspect that she would. So I read her another email. But as I was I was thinking about the previous one in the back of my head. In all of my time working here with this company I've never received a problem with such magnitude. This wasn't where you came with real life problems. I solve stupid relationship problems, not whatever the hell that was. That was…I don't even know.

…..

I just sent the email. It was long, at least one thousand words. I wasn't sure she would be able to solve this one; this wasn't the typical relation/parents problem that the majority of her clients sent in. This was so much more. She wasn't my last resort; no I had one more after her that is the more practical choice for a problem like mine. But I just didn't want practical, I wanted to give this chick a chance. I sigh and lean back into my office chair.

"Four! I need your help with something, can you come here!" Damn, I really needed this to work.

Okay that was the first chapter. Hope you liked it. Any questions, feel free to ask them. I anticipate on making the chapters longer as this story goes on. QOTC: how you liking the story so far? Until next time…

Peace&Love~MSC