Chapter 1 - Y/N

It was Thursday. I got up from my nap and checked my phone to see the time. '4:34 PM, OK I better get ready for work'. Rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up as fast as possible, I got up and walked to my bathroom to get a quick shower.

I decided to wear tights under my dress uniform that day. I worked the night shift at a 24/7 diner, which still used those antiquated dress uniforms with the aprons. I did my best to make it my own from time to time though. Pushing the boundaries, and seeing how long I could take it without getting it trouble. I would wear sneakers, tights, different colored aprons or whatever, to make myself feel better. To sort of gain a bit of control in my life. Which wasn't much.

I've dealt with mental health problems since I was a teenager, been in and out of psych wards from time to time too. Because of that I got left behind and now that I'm 23 I work a minimum wage job and take an online class during the day. It might take me forever to get a Uni degree, but I still try.

Life is uneventful and dull most of the time, and although I still struggle with suicidal ideation and depression, I try to be happy. Or at least content.

I glanced back at the clock in my room '5:53 PM!? Shit, I have to go'. I finished getting ready, grabbed my backpack and ran out of the apartment. I live on the second floor of an apartment building, which is supposed to have an elevator, but the damn thing never works. So I ran down the stairs and out to the street.

I got there at 6:15. 

'15 minutes late... This is gonna be taken out of my pay for sure', I think to myself while walking in through the back door, leaving my backpack near the entrance.

Work was slow that night, a couple of truckers stopped by and only drank coffee. I felt uneasy though, like I was being watched. Working the night shift can be unnerving sometimes, mainly due to the type of people that come in at late hours, but eventually you get used to it.

Not today, today felt like something was wrong. The air felt heavy and I kept glancing back and forth through the diner windows to the parking lot and the woods beyond. I could've sworn I saw a couple of figures in the darkness of the forest, but to be honest my eyesight is not the best. So I shrugged it off and figured it was my paranoia and the weird feeling I've had all night.

It was almost 6 AM, my 12 hour shift was almost over and the sun was starting to come through the clouds. I started getting ready to leave, feeling much better. As if the sun took all my worry away and calmed my nerves.

Finally, I took my things and started walking my way home. 'I have to start working on my research paper for (Class Name), but honestly I'm too tired. I'll sleep a little bit first and then start working on it'.

I got home, took off my shoes, my uniform and put on some sweat pants and an old t-shirt. Soon enough I was fast asleep in my bed.