I woke up with a hiss escaping from my lips. My head was pounding and the sun coming in through my window didn't help much. I looked around to see that I was in my own apartment. I struggled to rack my brain as to what I did last night, bringing me more pain than what was worth. I sat up slowly looking around to find a glass of water with some aspirin sitting on my night stand.

I eagerly took the pills and gulped down the water with it, my throat feeling less scratchy afterwards. Looking around, I saw a flash of white parchment on the corner beside where the glass was. I grabbed it and unfolded it and was awed when it was a note.

Jesika

Here is some water and some aspirin for the headache I am sure you will have when waking up. Try and get some rest. I bought some groceries for your fridge, seeing as there wasn't much there. This isn't goodbye.

Flipping over the note, I noticed that there wasn't a signature. How odd, I thought to myself. The thought of food made my stomach growl loudly. I hardly was able to keep food on the table for myself, seeing as I was currently looking for a new job. I slowly slipped off my bed and walked into the small kitchen and opened the fridge.

I was amazed at how much was actually in there. It was full of yogurt, salads, and a variety of different types of meals that would make anyone happy. I grabbed a strawberry yogurt and a spoon out of one of the few drawers.

I sat back down on my bed, looking over the note again and again. Finishing up the yogurt, I set the note aside. Realizing that I was still in the clothes from the club last night I went and picked up some dressy clothes and headed to my bathroom.

I took off my rather sticky feeling clothes and turned on the water for a shower, making sure to keep it mildly hot. I then took a look at myself in the mirror, almost shocked to see bruises. I had almost forgotten about last night.

I had a few bruises under one of my eyes and a few smaller ones on my cheeks. I touched them slightly and winced in pain. I ran a hand through my hair and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water beat a rhythm in my back. I took some of my vanilla cherry body wash in my hands and scrubbed my body, being especially careful of the bruises.

I then took special care to my hair by washing it with some Paul Mitchell shampoo and conditioner. Rising it out thoroughly, I turned off the water. I stood in the shower, watching the water beads roll down my body before hitting the floor.

Stepping out, I grabbed one of the few towels hanging up and wrapped it around myself. I wiped off the fog off the mirror and looked at my reflection again. I dried myself off and switched my towel for my clothes. After slipping them on, I grabbed my small make-up bag from under the bathroom since.

By now the fog had disappeared, and I slowly applied some cover up and some foundation in hopes that it would lighten up the bruising.

I put everything back and went into my room to grab my things before heading out. I needed to find a job and I couldn't let last nights fiasco get me down. I headed out of my grungy apartment building and headed to the better part of town.

I grabbed a newspaper from one of the many stores in town and flipped to the classified section, looking at all the job offerings available. One job in particular caught my eye.

Secretary Needed.
No Experience Required.
For more information call the number below.

I looked for the number on the ad and it wasn't there. My eyebrows furrowed in frustration. I then saw a small line coming out of the side of the ad and leading down the bottom of the page. The line was faint, only noticeable in hardly any sunlight. At the bottom of the page was a number written in black ink.

I rummaged my pockets for change and continued walking in search of a phone booth. I soon found one and slipped all my change from my pocket into the phone and called the number from the bottom of the paper.

"Hello?"answered a husky voice.

"Um, my name is Jesika and I am calling to inquiring about the secretary job that was put in today's paper." I answered quickly. I heard a whole bunch of shuffling and mumbling in the background before the voice finally answered me.

"Jesika, please come to the warehouse on Grigson Drive at precisely four pm tomorrow." The voice replied.

"Thank you. I'll make sure not to disappoint you." I replied quickly and then hung the phone up. A small smile came to my lips. Maybe I would finally get a job and move out of my miserable apartment.

I turned and walked the way I came, watching people around me. Many of them had no clue of life's hardships. None of them understood what it was like to have no food and struggle for cash. I smiled to myself, life was indeed a bitch.

I headed back to my apartment and made me some food before taking a nap. Tomorrow at four I would be on my way to being someone. I sat my head against my pillow and read over the note left on my nightstand. This isn't goodbye, I sat in wonder of what that might mean. I sighed and put that thought behind me and laid down. As soon as I laid my head on my pillow I fell asleep.