I let out a small breath as I look at the clock and see that my shift is finally over, I give my last customer their bill then clock out. I walk to the bathroom as I hear the judgmental whispers of the other employees.

I ignore them and go into the bathroom, I lock the door and begin to change out of my waitress uniform, its an old yellow ugly dress that all of the waitresses have to wear. I let my hair out of its bun and brush it out with my fingers.

I change into my regular clothes that consist of old ripped jeans and a band shirt along with my always trusty black leather jacket. I unlock the door and leave the bathroom, I walk toward the back where all of the employee lockers are kept. I open mine and stuff the hideous dress inside.

As I close the metal door I see Evergreen and Minerva looking at me and whispering to themselves. I roll my eyes, what else is new. They gossip like their damn life depended on it. I debate on whether or not walking up to them and beating both of them up to a bloody pulp.

"Erza!"

I turn and see Yukino, the only girl I can stand in this entire place. I smile at her, "Did you just get here?" I ask. She nods her head and then notices Minerva and Evergreen, "I wish they wouldn't be so mean to you Erza" she says concerned. I laugh, "I don't give a shit what they say or think" I say loud enough for both of them to hear, they shut up for a couple of seconds before they continue talking again.

"What I don't get is why they do it" she says thinking out loud. "Well you see the bitch with the turd eyebrows was dumped and she somehow thinks it was because I was flirting with her boyfriend and the other one just doesn't have a mind of her fucking own so she believes what ever shit they feed her" I say loudly while looking at them. They both glare at me then leave.

"Fucking shit heads" I say under my breath, Yukino gives me a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about me, I have to go ill see you around" I say. I don't wait for her to say anything before I walk out of the room and begin to make my way toward the front of the diner.

"Well, Well, Well look at you Erza, your glowing!" I hear someone say. I turn and see Sting, we have mutual friends but I don't talk to him often mainly because he's a self centered jackass. "The fuck are you going on about now Sting" I say looking at him.

"I was at that party yesterday and I saw you walking out with some blue haired arm candy" he says with a sly smile. I roll my eyes and put on my sunglasses, "fuck off Sting" I say and begin to walk away.

" ~Erza got some dick~ " he says in a sing song voice, I continue walking and stick out my middle finger toward him. I hear him laughing as I leave the diner and step outside. Its pretty nice out today probably the warmest day were going to have for a while.

I begin to walk to the train and take out my phone, I turn it on and see its 7:30pm, my shift at the bar starts at 9. I decide to go into a coffee shop near the train and rest for a little while before I head out. Besides I rather be there as little time as possible.

As bad as it is having girls talk shit about you while your in the room at the diner I rather that then going to my second job. Its in the low side of town, and with the outfits they make the bartenders wear you would think that we were up next for the pole.

But the tips are good and the owner doesn't care if you drink if anything he encourages, because drunk girls means loose girls and loose girls always bring good business. I personally have never and will never take home any of the low lives that go there, but just because some other girl might doesn't mean I am going to judge her.

I think that's the only thing I like about that place no one judges you, you could do what ever the fuck you want and no one will say anything about it. Places like that are filled with broken people that have given up on ever being one of those perfect assholes who judge you for things that are out of your control.

A place filled with broken people is always dangerous, because their instinct above everything else is to survive. We stop giving a shit about other people's pain because of what they did to us. So its okay if the bartender next to me wants to sleep with every guy in the room or if the girl next to her lets her boyfriend hit her every night because she loves him, we don't judge each other just like how I can get shit faced when I'm supposed to be working.

They wont bat an eyelash, they would just try to help me with my orders and I give them some of my tips when I'm sober. I will help the girl clean her fresh wounds that the man she loves left and I will help the other girl fight off any angry wives or girlfriends that come looking for her. We learn to live with the wounds other left upon us, ones that we never deserved. So why the fuck do people still think that they could judge us, were not hurting anyone but ourselves and we sure as hell don't need your sympathy.

Just let us be our broken self's and leave us alone, were as happy as we will ever be...

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(Jellal's point of view)

'PLEASE HELP ME!...'

'NO STOP PLEASE! IM BEGGING YOU!'

'STOP PLEASE!'

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry"

I open my eyes and sit up on my bed, I try to catch my breath. My heart is racing and I feel the familiar cold sweat going down my back. "Fuck" I say under my breath another nightmare. I turn on the bed side lamp, I look at the alarm clock. It reads 2:30 am, shit I have to go to work in a couple of hours.

I sigh, well looks like I'm not sleeping today. I lay back down on my bed as I try to rest my poor mind. "Its just a dream, its just a dream" I tell my self. But unlike normal nightmares it was real it did happen, the monster in my nightmare is real.

I sit up again and decide to just get up and go take a shower, I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom and turn on the water. I get undressed and my eyes go to the mirror where my reflecting looks back at me, that's right MY reflection nothing else, its just me.

I grab a towel and cover the mirror not want to look at any more, I get in the shower and let the hot water burn my skin and wash away all of the sweat.

After I'm done showering I walk to my room and dress into some comfortable clothes. I walk to the kitchen and make myself a snack, since the kitchen is connected to the living room I turn on the TV for some background noise. I don't pay attention to what channel it is on and I begin to fix myself a sandwich.

'Breaking News: It appears that the CEO of the famous Milkovich company is found dead in his office. No further information about his death or how he died has been released by police at the moment'

I stop what I'm doing and look at the TV, isn't Milkovich the company that belongs to Ultear's father. Just then the TV flashes a picture of Ultear's father as well as one of her family pictures. "Oh shit" I say, Ultear's father is dead?

I hear knocking come from my door, who could be here at this hour? I walk to the door and open it, standing there is a very disoriented Ultear. She has tears going down her face and her makeup is all smeared.

"Jellal! M-my father" she begins, I grab her hand and pull her inside. I shut the door and hug her, "I know I just heard, I'm sorry" I whisper. She begins to sob against my chest and shaking uncontrollably. I have a blank face while she cries and tries to tell me something but I cant understand her.

I don't understand why she's crying so much, its not like her father ever treated her or her mother good. He was a son of a bitch that only gave a shit about himself, I cant even begin to tell you how many times he let her down.

Why is she so damn sad, I look down at her and see she really is crying her eyes out and is in pain. He deserved to die with all of the people he fucked over, she's one of them yet here she is crying like he was some sort of fucking saint. If I ask her why she is crying over such an asshole she would simply answer because he was her father.

I never understood that, if they are assholes than they should be hated, so when they die you should be happy not sad. They don't deserve your tears.

Just because they are your family doesn't mean you have to love them...

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