"What?!" I spoke. Everyone was looking at me. I gulped, and he motioned for me to come with him.
*
"Miss Dyke."
"Hi."
"I bet you are wondering what you are here for." He smiled.
"Yes. I just got bailed, so I am really confused about what is going on."
"Well. We saw you the other day when you were at Aeropostale with your friends–" I stopped him.
"You were stalking me?" I was shocked. I mean, he saw me kind of commit a crime?
"No, no. Someone else was at Aeropostale and we had to watch over them. But we think you would be a perfect Social Security worker." he smiled.
"Thank you." I returned the smile, and started out of the room. I walked down the narrow hallway and just started to think. What if I took this job? What will my mom and friends think of me if I was a Social Security worker? I stopped at the door. Do the math, Lottie. Four years of college to get a degree that I don't know shit about, plus getting work attire, plus having to barely be home anytime equals no.
I can't take the job. YouTube is my job. I know it can't support me fully, but its as much as I can get.
*
I ran my fingers over them. They represent me, like a part of my personality. I kiss my wrist, my cast got sawed off and I took the blade, and I did it. I pulled it deep into my skin.
Why did I do this?
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Scars (A JeromeASF fanfic)
ספרות חובביםJerome and Charlotte have been best friends since 1st grade. They've grown into the young adults they are now. They soon start to fall - for eachother?
