broken strings ( Being Re Written)

jam

no ones POV 

the  eerie silence of the spine-chilling pizzeria didn't help anyone's current mood not the kids, not pupsters and especially not hers but after all when you need money, you would do anything and if it meant working in a stinky trashed pizzeria, she still had a chance to go and get another job i mean working at that corner shop couldn't be that bad....right?  nevertheless she had one more meeting before she could actually start working  her previous "night shifts" had been her time to explore her current work place she knew it would of been bad but what was she expecting a welcome party? she chuckled at her own thought...still she had found it quite strange that they clean the restaurant after someone finishes there night shift so its ready again in the morning.. i mean come on guys! just clean it all straight after the pizzeria closes use your logic!!. still she had to keep her mouth shut if she wanted to get through the meeting. "greetings you must be peridot"

peri POV

"oh please just call me peri " this guy seemed nice. to nice. his strange suit, his tie, his messy hair that had suggested that he was in a rush and his hands had jam stai- "oh and please close the door behind you" i felt myself release a annoyed sigh this guy was already on her nerves and all he had said was please close the door behind you, after i had slammed the door shut i tiredly took a seat in a broken messed up chair...did they really not have enough money to bye a freaking decent chair for once...."so miss peridot this is about the job offer, why do you want this job?" i clutched my sleeve nervously it was my worst enemy...socializing  "i uh...i um..i n-needed.. well you see.. i.. " cmon you stupid mouth work words like your supposed to do, i gulped, the silence was killing me, sigh, its ok everything is fine "i needed the money and i found out there was spot open here so i yknow.." anxiously i glanced at the confused looking individual making direct eye contact at me "hmm..." welp this it good bye world on my grave please put death bye shoe lace "i think your pretty worthy of joining the team then" excuse me what...what

w h a t 

i actually did it i got the shitty job that i didn't really even want in the first place

 hallelujah baby " your uniform is over there" he pointed at small cupboard labeled "storage -room"  uh..." its not really a storage room if its a cupboard-" the man laughed "i like your attitude" say what now- "heh i like you to boss" he smiled "please call Vincent"  um what "i thought your name was voodoo" stupid stupid why would anyone name there child voodoo???? "pfft of course not thats just my strange nickname people give me" i grabbed the uniform from the storage roo- cupboard, storage cupboard "well uh bye Vincent" i awkwardly waved goodbye "oh and one more thing" his tone seemed different happy with a sense of Waring "yes?" "leave the marionette to its own bushiness after all you cant save them" the last part seemed to of somehow glitch out or be replaced with someone elses voice a bit like a voice over i guess "im sorry could you repeat that" Vincent chuckled joyfully like the happy man he seemed to be "oh peri you make me laugh no shoo go on you have a great adventurous job ahead of you" yeah right a night shift at a pizzeria how exciting i could sense my own sarcasm despite not saying anything. the office was looking as dull as ever and everything else seemed normal, fixing the cap which was apparently part of the uniform i glanced around once more, it smelt weird like something rotten or i cant believe im about to say this but it smelt a bit like a dried liquid if that was even possible in a sense. "uh well that's weird" as i trudged around the building i had discovered that the further i went into the restaurant the stronger...and more disgusting the smell got to be honest it even smelt a bit like....red..he had red on his hand right? but it was just jam...right? i mean it has to just be jam it couldn't be.. i felt my own sweat drip of my face the slight noise of dripping had sent a chill down my spine, as i walked further it had seemed that the air had turned bitter and dull like all the childish ways where no longer and reality and sorrowful ways had come back to play with all of our heads and sanity. red red everywhere the once thought as jam was now covered with the harsh truth. we cant. we cant save them. not anymore. is that she- he meant "you cant save them?" is this all it was about but..then again it was just blood splatters and she was just a bystander whos to say what they should do about this after all there are no bodies just jam.just blood. just reality and her she wasn't here she was just working besides what if it was just someone getting themselves hurt, someone just tripped on metal or something just a big cut and split a bit of blood...jam..blood..jamd?..jlood??? uhh whatever ever it is all over the menacing crooked walls. no big deal right??...r-right ..besides only i know about this i think..maybe mmmmabye not, i let out another annoyed sigh my fist time working at this job and already im at a murder scene, im so giving this a 1 star for murder scenes, i kinda feel bad for the janitor. Steve you poor unlucky soul  look at what all that time in school and university brought you to cleaning up a murder scene, i mentally grinned 

bet you didn't study for that one did ya?

now your cleaning jam up

he was right you cant save them. you cant save someone who doesn't even know they need saving thats what i learnt from her and i? i dont know who i am. 

who she is

who he is

what they are.

save them

and for the love of god please save the rest of us