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DISCLAIMER

ALL OWNERSHIP OF ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND SUCH GO TOWARDS RICHELLE MEAD

I ONLY OWN MY PLOT AND CHARACTERS AND NOTHING ELSE

Ch 1

My hands were starting to go numb from banging my fists on the wall. Why won't the wall crumble in just like the rest of me? Why not even just a dent? I mean, the only person who meant something to me just walked out on me with another woman, but I guess even a wall doesn't care either. I knew the bruises would start to form tomorrow, but I didn't care; they were a contestant reminder to me that I cannot, no I will not fall for another person. No matter how hard I tried to hold them in, the tears finally started to flow; slowly at first, then just full out soup-opera tears. A slight sob came out, and I completely lost it.

I'm not a person to rage over another, I'm a person to hold everything in, to hide my feelings, to pretend my emotions aren't meant to be there, so I make them not appear. After the tears stopped flowing, and my sobs winded done to just heavy breathing, I tried to walk to my bedroom.

At first, my legs were cooked spaghetti, but then I regained my balance and grabbed the wall for extra support. Turning the doorknob, I kind of jumped/fell onto my bed, and squirmed under my covers. The bed didn't feel cold, but it felt empty. Without Mason, I felt empty. Putting him out of my mind, I closed my eyes and drifted off into my sleep.

"UUUUUUUUUGH," the noise of my alarm clock continued to fill my room. I opened my eyes slowly, but then I shot up in my bed as soon as I realized I had work. Mondays. Rushing through my morning routine, not really trying to look nice, I sprinted out the door, quickly looking at my phone to see how late I would be. 10 minutes. What have I done to deserve this? My boss, Ivan, was going to kill me. Starting my car, I hastily drove through the city to the little diner which I worked in. Even in early morning traffic in NYC wasn't as bad as LA, it still made me 10 more minutes late, and I was sure I was going to get fired today. I hoped I would, actually. That would give me more alone time let all my emotions free and stop bottling up everything.

"ROSE HATHAWAY! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LET YOU BE 20 MINUTES LATE?" my boss, glares at me from across the room, death set in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir, there was traffic an-"

"I don't want to hear your sob story, I only care if you are wasting my time!" Ivan cuts me off, and I scurry off grabbing my waitress stuff; pen, notepad, and my nametag.

"Rose, if you have ANY more screw ups this week, I'm telling you, you'll be out of here in just a blink of an eye," Ivan sort of scream/talks to me, with still that deathly stare in his eyes.

"Okay, sir,"

I walk over to the open-closed sign, and flip it to the open side; another day of serving ignorant city goers, and the occasional 1 star celebrity. Turning around, I scan my eyes across the diner and see if anything is out of shape before the daily rush arrives. The blue and white checkered wall tiles are sparkling, the red booths aren't still covered in filth, and the tables aren't so bad. I guess today wouldn't be so bad, I mean, it wouldn't be as bad as yesterday, so what worse could happen?

I stand corrected, worse did happen. The flow of people started to come in, and I took some breakfast orders, eggs, toast, coffee, the usual, and everything seemed to go alright. That was until he walked in. The love of my life, and the destroyer of it as well. Mason. He noticed me right away, and we made eye contact; why did I let myself make eye contact with this bastard?

After peeling my eyes off him, my gaze drifted to the person in which he was holding hands with. That bitch. I think he said her name was Tasha. Ugh. She just looked like a girl who wanted to ruin my life; a girl who planned to ruin my life. I guess she met her goal.

I prayed to myself that they wouldn't sit in my section, but I guess God didn't care at this moment because that is exactly what they did. I walked over to them, and put my "I'm fine" look on my face.

"Hi, welcome to the NYC Diner, my name is Rose and I'll be taking your order." I made a slight smile, but it didn't really come out right, but who cares anyway?

"Um, I think I'll get the 2 fried eggs, and she will get the French toast," Mason looks me straight in the eye and tore my gaze away and switched to his new mistress.

"Any drinks? Coffee, water, OJ?" I asked directly to her, not caring about Mason.

"I'll get 2 coffees and a water please," Tasha said.

"Okay, I'll be right back with those orders," my voice broke a little bit when I said "orders" and so I rushed away, dropped of the order to the chef, and ran to the bathroom.

The tears had no limit. They just kept flowing, but I refused to make a sound; I didn't need anyone's pity right now. I rubbed my eyes, and noticed my mascara was running as well. I couldn't go back, I couldn't see them anymore. Stealthily, I rushed to Ivan's office.

"Sir, I don't feel well, and I need to go home, if you don't mind," I said quietly, waiting for the uproar of anger. Without looking up from his papers, Ivan started ranting.

"Rose, what have I told you? This is our," he looked up, "Rose are okay? What happened? Was it a costumer?"

"No, I…I just need to go home, if you don't mind. I'll come in on Sunday, promise, I just need to go home, please," my voice cracked periodically, and Ivan nodded along as I spoke.

"It's okay, Rose, you can take the day off, take all the time you need. If you ever need to talk, I'm always here for you."

"Thanks, I think I'll be back tomorrow, but who knows," I gave him a smile before leaving the office and closing the door behind me. Keeping my head down, I rushed through the diner, leaving my name tag and such by the hostess' table. As I turned my head toward the exit, I shuffled through the crowd of people, and then hit a hard wall.

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