Chapter Four:
True Happiness?

Evelyn Evergreen smiled warmly as the water cascaded down her fragile frame. Her plush red lips parting as a sigh of pure content came over her.

It has been three months for darling Evelyn. Her life had taken a whole new turn, and she found herself happy. Absolutely happy.

There was no doubt in her mind that this could get better; she thought she reached the maximum capacity! The clothing store had her working overtime for the past few weeks, since an employee had been sick and bedridden.

She worked as a cashier for half of the time at the shop, the other half she was walking around asking people if they needed any assistance and fixing the clothes or mannequins.

She wasn't paid too little, either. In fact, she was back on track! New clothes, food and finally a new pair of shoes. . .

Of course, they where Mary Jane pumps.

After a long shower she dressed for another long day of work in the line of women's clothing. Not that she was overly thrilled, but. . . It was money and a decent percentage off of nice clothes!

The pinstriped black pencil skirt was slipped over her white stockings and underwear. Zipped up at the hip. Then the maroon, long sleeved cotton shirt. It hung a bit low, and showed a bit of her breasts, she decided to wear it. She pulled on a velvet halter vest and buttoned it up after tucking her shirt inside of her skirt.

She could even afford a haircut, and that was just what she did last month. Her hair, which had hung to her hips, was now four inches shorter. Ending just to her mid back. She parted her blow dried hair to the side and held it in a half pony with a blood red clip. Her shortened bangs hung to the side of her high cheekbones, and she smiled in the mirror.

Things certainly had gotten better.

Her medication was working wonders, and she had a job, a home. . . Even a few new friends! They would occasionally come over for some tea, or watch a movie. But, she had one true friend. Someone who knew were she was coming from and what had truly happened to make her he broken girl she was. . .

No, I'm not broken. I'm fixed now . . .

Or so she thought.

Kris was a strange young woman with even stranger features. She had short violet hair and always wore thick rimmed glasses the shapes of . . . Well whatever she felt like wearing that day. She had glasses shaped as hearts, squares, ovals, circles, triangles. . . And all in different colors.

Of course, she was a female, and this meant that she matched them with whatever outfit she wore for that particular day. No one could ever forget her, after all it wasn't just her hair and glasses that stood out.

But, you'll have to wait for that later.

Evelyn pulled on a thick wool coat and headed to the kitchen for her daily medication and a tall glass of milk. She was supposed to take them with food, but she figured that she could grab a bagel or a candy bar on her way to work. After all, it was a short walk and a seemingly nice day.

Her silver eyes darted to the window in the kitchen and gave a short sigh, it was a beautiful day. At least. . . To her it was. The sky was dark with impending clouds and a soft breeze was sifting through the winter morning. A soft patch of snow now covered the streets, and she found herself wistfully smiling as she took her first does of medication for that morning and draining the glass of milk along with it.

She glanced up at her new clock, after her incident with the other one ending in its death. She had plenty of time to get to work, but she usually went a little early so she might grab a hot coffee and some food.

Pulling on her famous Mary Jane shoes, Evelyn started her journey to work at six o' clock in the morning.

There was no problem as she started her walk down the street. Her new clothes fit her snugly and showed that she was, in fact not a skeleton underneath all the baggy pants and sweaters. That she was an attractive young woman who looked both comfortable and natural in her skin.

She stopped suddenly, as she heard someone calling.