Disclaimer: I do not own this game or these characters that I use. Unless I make them up.
Normal POV
Well today doesn't look like it is going to work. I look around at all the people in New York City.
I was dressed in ripped jeans a red tank top that said "death to all humans except me cause I am a freak".
My choaker was just a black ribbon tied around my neck. And a ragged old jacket that I had gotten a few years ago. I glanced around and
saw an all night diner and went to see if they had a phone.
Past POV
It was 2 in the morning and I had left home a week ago with nothing in my pocket except for a twenty.
I had hitch my way here from Alalbama...to escape my father.
My mother had been dead for many years now. She died from cancer when I was five I don't really
remember her that much. When she died my father became a drunk. Such a typical story right well if you lived with me
you woud not think of it as typical. I never really stayed at home that much to afraid of the beatings. I tried to get good
grades when I was little ,but that just seemed to piss my father off more. He was never nice so I ran away at the tender age
of 16. Its not anyone would remember me anyways.
Our town was really small. If you ever come to it. The town looks like one of those little towns from a old 70's
movie. Everybody knew everything about everyone. That includes me. The old ladies would walk by me and stick their nose
in the air ,and soon as I was out of sight but not out of hearing they would all start talking about my dad and what a "poor dear"
I was. I was 7 when this started and it never stopped.
Normal POV
When I walked into the diner there was not alot of costumers there. A old man with a red nose sitting at the bar reading
a newspaper, a lady sitting in a corner with tired out eyes that had seen to much of the world, a waitress dead on her
feet who looked like my grandma would of looked if I had one, and a cook in the kitchen he was big ugly and mean his face said if
anyone even think about touching anything you won't have a had to touch anything with.
I walked up to the bar the cook gave me the evil eye. He looked me up and down and growled "buy something or get out."
"I just want to use the phone"
'YOU BUY SOMETHING OR YOU CAN'T YOU USE THE PHONE HOW DO YOU THINK WE PAY THE BILL. DO YOU THINK
MONEY JUST GROWS ON TREES THAT I SHOULDN'T BE WORKING IN THIS SHIT WHOLE IF I CAN JSUT PULL
IT OUT OF MY ACE," he yelled with spittle hanging from his bottom lip.
"Well then that blue berry muffin looks good," I said trying not to anger him. I knew that he was drunk and new how to handle
him he was just like my father.
His face got so red it looked like a ripe tomato about to explode.
The waitress can up to me in her high heel and kind face and said "follow me sweety I'll show you your seat"
"Thanks, "I said ",for getting me out of that one I wasn't sure if he was going to hit me our throw that frozen
fish he had in his hand at me." I said trying to make a joke out of it.
"Oh Jim is always like that sugar don't let him bother ya"
This was the second time she had used an endearment (Saying something sweet} on me.
"so whats in the bag" she asks I looked down in surprise I totally forgot about it. The thing always seemed like apart of me
it never seemed to leav my side, and I would never let it leave my side just in case my father got a hold of it.
"well its my guitar" I said hoping she wouldn' ask any more personal questions about me life like my age or where
my family was.
Instead she said "whats your name sugar"
My name before I had left was Judy Barley but I decided since I left home I was going to leave behind that name to.
"Judy Nails"
It had a nice ring to it.