Scary places suck.

Differences.

Victoria felt different from others.
She couldn't communicate with others properly. Her stomach drops and twists itself into a knot, that tightens every word she manages to squeeze out.

A while ago, Victoria was diagnosed with Social Anxiety. Not that it changes anything, id keep it in mind, though.

With friends, she's a sarcastic, angsty teen with bad posture, dyed hair with bangs and raccoon tails, working in a candy store. Pretty generic.
Her friends often call her Tori. Not that it's important or anything.

Or is it?

Depends.

Tori was the eldest child of 3 siblings. Because of her busy family in a poor setting, Tori was ignored so her parents could 'deal' with her siblings.
Victoria didn't particularly like that. I mean, who would? But, sadly enough, she began to get used to it.

Cut to present day, Victoria is seventeen years old, living in a dingy and cheap apartment alone, working at a candy store to make a living.
Victoria at this point, is one of those passive aggressive exhausted cashiers at stores that you kind of roll your eyes at and complain to the person with you.
Victoria never notices how much she angers people, though. She's usually too tired to care.

She's constantly tired, working overtime as well as studying for her exams coming up. So, Tori doesn't get much sleep often.
Her coworker, Maria, is constantly worrying about her.

"Tori, you sure you can handle todays shift? You look as pale as a ghost." Maria would say, stacking boxes on shelves, and sliding things into place.
I mean, Maria isn't necessarily wrong, Tori was always very pale, so her deep eye-bags from lack of sleep always stood out.

Victoria is about six foot seven, being incredibly slim and tall.
She had dyed red hair, but her brown routes were peaking through, and it watered it down a little bit.
She had thick front bangs that she dyed racoon tails onto.

"I'm sure I'll live through it." Victoria would reply, resting her head on her hands and looking closely at the door, watching for customers.

"Surreeee..." Maria would laugh and sarcastically say, taking her phone out since she was basically out of jobs.

Victoria's apartment was small, and cramped.
The kitchen and living room were adjoined, and the bedroom was as small as an average bathroom.

The bathroom, was even smaller. One of the lights constantly flickered, and there was a crack in the bulb.
Victoria couldn't afford an electrician, and she didn't want to risk getting electrocuted for some dumb lightbulb.

But hey, it was better then living at home, so I guess she would have to suck it up for now.
Working and going to school wasn't helping her attitude, either. Lack of sleep caused her to get snappy real fast, and would cause her some times to snap at some of her teachers trying to help her.
Tori would then be put in detention, and she'd miss her shift.

When Victoria rarely got free time, she'd just use it to sleep, or text some of her friends. To her it was a cycle, and she always followed it:
Wake up, go to school, go to work, go home, study, sleep for about an hour, and repeat.

Now you have an impression of Victoria, what do you think?

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..okay, I'm bored now, let's get on with it.

Victoria laid uncomfortably on her springy bed. The mattress was uncomfortable and felt like you were sleeping on the floor, but it was better than nothing.
It was incredibly hard to sleep on this mattress. It took Victoria about an hour to get to sleep, if you minus her thinking about going to sleep and being on her phone for an extra hour.