Blythe's POV:
I woke up by some very unpleasant sunlight shining right into my face. I tried going back to sleep desperately. "Ugh… fuck." I thought several minutes later and gave up.
I got out of bed and made my way into the main room of the loft, its color scheme consisted of several shades of red and white. I walked to the side of the room with a huge flat screen television in front of a huge, beige, L-shaped couch. After switching on the TV and changing channels until I found something that didn't make me mad at first sight, I went into the kitchen consisting of an island with bar chairs around it and a kitchen unit stretching across the entire wall. I found a note on the refrigerator telling me, that Silver had to go to university for the day, also it said she'd left a present for me with Jack, the concierge. "Oh my god. A car?" I thought. I was shocked and excited by the thought of me driving around in my own flashy car, but saddened, that I was leeching off of Silver. I didn't want that, but I knew she would never let down about treating me like a prince. After eating breakfast, which consisted of waffles and milk, I jumped into the shower. Then and there it hit me for the first time that day. I had left my home. I had left my mentally ill mother, most of my belongings, memories and my pets. I jumped out of the shower and left the hot water running. Although I hadn't finished I wrapped a towel around myself and slumped down against the wall and started sobbing heavily, I tried to let it all out, but didn't get much satisfaction from doing so. I could feel the pain, that had come down on me for several years and was aking in my chest, was never going to go away. What felt like hours passed, it might've been a matter of minutes though, I couldn't tell, but at some point I found myself in the kitchen. I had a knife in one hand and it started sliding up and down my other wrist. It didn't feel as dangerous as it should have, the sharp cold blade running across my pale white skin, riddled with little blue veins, I slowly increased the pressure until I saw dark red blood on the metal and running down my arm. I noticed that moment, what exactly I had been doing and threw the blade into the sink, as to cast out the darkness in my soul that had made me do this. I ran back to the bathroom and into the shower. I was scared of myself and what I did, I was scared of what the future might hold and how my mother was going to handle her life, I was scared. Then the hot water slowly washed away the fears, tears, blood and regrets, it felt good. I felt cleansed. After I got out of the shower I put on a bandage, luckily the wound on my arms wasn't much more then a scrape one could get by simply falling down. I styled my hair, put on some dark blue skinny jeans and a black & white plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves. I opened up my laptop and like any desperate teenager, I asked my friend 'Google' for help on finding a job. After an hour of writing down addresses and phone numbers of job offers, I finally rang the first place. "Sorry your too young!", "We want someone with experience." and "The position is not available anymore." were the most common answers I received. I was getting extremely frustrated, so I decided to ring up Gabrielle, my mothers best friend, and tell her what happened last night. During the whole conversation she was pretty angry with me, until she realized that my opinion wouldn't change. "So, you're really not going back, hmm?" – "Positive!" I sighed. – "But what's the real reason you rang, Blythe? You normally don't just call to talk to me." She asked suspiciously. – "Can you just take care of her, please?" – "Blythe, of course I will! We've been there for each other before anyone ever even thought of you coming into existence. Just promise you take care of yourself aswell." – "You know it, Gabrielle. Alright I've got to go now. Goodbye." – "Bye Blythe." I hung up the phone and realized that I had just sweet-talked myself out of a situation that could've gone out of hand rather rapidly. With a smile on my face I decided to ring one last number I had found in the internet.
"Yeah, hello? Christopher Bailey speaking." I was dumbfounded. "THE Christopher Bailey? Head men's fashion designer at Burberry." I thought paralyzed, looking down at the number on the piece of paper.
"Hello? Is there anyone one the line?" – "Uh yes, yes. My name is Blythe Anderson. I'm an aspiring stylist and I'm currently looking for a position in men's fashion." I managed to get out rather well. – "How old are you, kid?" he asked with an odd tone to his voice. – "I'm 17, Sir. But I can assure you my work is as good as any others." I said bluffing, because I had never so much as set foot into the fashion world. "I'm not so sure of that, but I'm willing to give you a chance. I'm quite bored at the moment, actually, and a new face might change that. Do you know where we're located? Can you be here before 3 o'clock?" I was again shocked, this time by his honesty. – "Yes, I know where to go and I can be there by 2, Sir." – "Alright I'll see you then, bring some good ideas and if I don't hate it you're in. Goodbye." He hung up. "Kind of a drama queen." I thought to myself while I put on a black tie and a black suit jacket.
I couldn't understand why someone so important would pick up the phone at Burberry. I pocketed my wallet and phone, checked I had turned everything in the loft off and took the key card Silver had left me. I couldn't wait for the elevator to finally arrive downstairs. "Ground floor." The woman's voice in the elevator said. I sprinted to the main entrance and saw Jack, the concierge sitting in his little office cabin outside. Once he saw me he came towards me with a huge smile on his face. "I'll just be a moment." He said and trotted off to the garage. A couple of minutes later I saw him drive up in a black BMW. I wasn't into cars, but it looked like a damned expensive sports car. I felt my mouth wide open and immediately closed it again. Jack got out and handed me the keys. "Do you know how to drive a stick-shift?" he asked. – "I do, Jack. I learnt it back in Europe." He looked at me quite confused. "That's where I'm from." I added and he nodded at me. I got into the car and saw Jack outside waving and mouthing "Have fun!". I sure as hell was going to have fun in this thing. The seats were so comfortable you wouldn't ever want to get out again. I looked around the interior and saw a built in navigation system, which I immediately used to put in the address of the Burberry Design Studio. But first I decided to test out just how much power this car had and planned in a detour to the freeway. I turned on the power and pressed the engine button. I pushed in the clutch and put the car into first gear. After loosening the handbrake I was on my way to what I assumed was a job interview with a grin on my face.