Question Existing.
Two: What Am I Living For? PT 2
I wander through the streets, looking up at the night sky.
For four years on the run, life has been even more tougher for me.
Living in a damp and small apartment with a job that barely pays the bills, I wonder how much longer I could take.
Why was I even here?
Staring down at my hand, I lift it to study the birth mark.
This was the cause of such heartbreak and secrets from me.
Turning away in disgust, I carried on walking while letting the loose tears fall down my face.
The next morning, I awoke several minutes after the alarm.
Cursing under my breath for my laziness, I kicked the sheets off and dashed to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I grabbed my waitress outfit from my wardobe door and flung it on the bed.
Drying myself and putting on the clothes, I combed my hair putting it up in a neat bun and added a few bits of jewellery.
Without stopping to pause for breakfast, I left the apartment locking the door and jogged out of the building.
It was a grey and cold day, the wind was so bitter that it would cut you through but I was hardly noticing.
Waving my hand, a yellow cab pulled up for me which I got in and told the driver where I wanted to go.
Leaning my head against the seat, I calmly listened to the radio that was playing a pop song I didn't reconise.
Ten minutes later, the cab arrived outside where I work.
Leaving him a tip, I got out and shut the door behind me.
I entered the cafe only for my eyes to fall on my boss who looked extremly angry.
"For the love of God, Natalie! Where the living hell were you?" He shouted.
"Sorry, I overslept." I replied, lowering my head.
"Not good enough." He hissed, spit flying on my face.
I rose my gaze at him, feeling the never ending hatred boil to a alarming high.
"Well, I'm sorry sir." I repeated, side-stepping him to walk towards the counter.
"Don't let it happen again!" He said but I refused to listen to his warnings.
I hooked my coat up, put on my apron and headed back out to start my day.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips.
Cleaning up the vomit a ten year old boy threw up on the floor was part of the job.
But that wasn't the only mess I have to clean up.
All around me was stepped on food, stains of fizzy drinks and blood from someone's nose.
No-one else bothered to help me, they rather went outside to have a chat and smoke.
Hearing the heavy footfalls, I instanly knew who it was right behind me.
"Keep at it, Natalie. It's your punishment for being late today." He demanded.
I turned to look at him, that ugly sneer was across his thin lips and those sleezy eyes focusing on my butt more than my face.
"Yes sir," I said, gritting my teeth.
"Good, now I'm off to count the money."
Watching him leave, I looked back at the dirty floor.
Somehow, I stood up from my knees and kicked the bucket over.
The water flowed all over the place along with the soggy cloth I used.
Pounding feet came behind me, I turned to see them with a smile on my face.
The boss stared at me in pure anger than this morning, his face was a firey red.
"You are FIRED, Natalie!" He roared.
"Fine, I don't care any longer." I said, ripping off the apron and flung it on the wet floor.
The other workers entered, laughing and pointing at what just happened.
"Get out of my cafe and don't you even dare thinking of coming back!" He ordered.
"Like I would anyway!" I said with a chuckle.
Pushing him aside to grab my jacket, I left the cafe with a loud booming laugh echoing all around me.
But once I entered the apartment building, I bumped into a another angry face.
My landlord.
"Where is my money?" He asked.
Rolling my eyes, I stuck my hand in my pocket and gave him this month's rent.
"Er, you're still thirty dollars short!"
"Look, I just got fired. You'll have it soon." I replied, poking him in the chest.
"Like I want to know your life story! Get that money by the end of the month or I'll kick you out." He warned.
"Whatever." I muttered as I headed up the staircase.
Putting the key in the door, I entered and shut it behind me.
Throwing my jacket on the couch, I walked to my bedroom to stare at myself in the mirror.
After a few minutes, I sat on my bed kicking off my shoes to lean back on the pillow.
Grabbing the sheets over my head, the only sounds I could hear was my muffled sobs and the wailing sirens of the police outside.
Author's Note: Hope You Liked The Second Part Of Question Existing, Yes It's A Another Rihanna Song I'm Using From Her Album Good Girl Gone Bad (I Don't Own The Song By The Way). Sorry If It Seems Short But The Story Will Pick Up Within The Next Few Chapters.
