QUILL<br />I was just 18, when dad left me and my brother alone, leaving us to rot. But right after he left us alone, my brother kicked me out of his house, with his cruel words of me, being a burden on him. I agree him. I am burden even for myself.<br />"Quill! Have you brought the cup from store room?" my boss called me from his chair, when I nodded to. Him, "Yes Steve! I have!" I said as I handed the customer his Venti. She smiled me, and with a thank you, she left.<br />Despite all the things I be through. And despite all the life I live. In struggle and in pain, with responsibility and problems. I love my job.<br />Sending relief in the life of people who are troubled them selves. I feel very happy and blessed. Wierd right?<br />"So? I heard that blonde guy who everyone is crushing over and is regular, is extra nice to you with his great tips and beautiful eyes while he is here?" She asked me, when I rolled my eyes and kept the extra cup on the other shelf. "That's not true. Giving extra tip is pity. He must feel extra sorry for me. Okay? " I said when she stood aggressively from the table! "No baby girl! I'm sure he is interested, I have seen it in his eyes." She said when she grabbed me by my forearm. But I took it away.<br />"I am just a poor girl. People pity when they look at me, living in an abandoned building that's it." I said, and turned. "Dude! That is just your victim mentality. With that body, even a billionaire will fall for you. I mean look at you, even Kim kardasian has less curves then you! " I laughed at her, when I gave her order to another customer. "I wish that was true. But I don't have that much!" assured her when she shrugged her hands.<br />"It's 5! Yours time up!" She said and pushed me off the desk. "Careful!" I yelled when she gave me her wide eyes, "Leave or the drunk punks will crowd the building." She said when I nodded. And walked out of the room to wear my clothes on again.<br />Living in abandon building for two years I have got used to sneaking in and out in my own house, and after nine, the goons increase, so I have to be in my bed without making a single sound. Or else they will be aware of me. And the rest is already known.<br />I have been working for two years, and I can earn to live in a small shabby house, but I just can't do that because I have to support my brother's son, after he and his mom were found dead in their house. Reason still unknown. He is in caretaker's house for a 24 hour program, so I just have to pay the lump amount of sum as his fees.<br />If I get a house and live with him, I can't pay for his tuitions, so I am paying the lump sum and they are adjusting everything for him.<br />I got out of the dressing room, and input the leaving sign in the register, and left waving bye to Lisa. My soul friend. Apart from her no one knows about my condition.<br />I crossed the path, and putting in the cord of my earphone in the phone and then my ears, listening Shake it Of by Taylor Swift, I moved towards my not so beautiful but my Home. Its just a abandoned building with many Unsung things happening inside of it. But that's all I can afford now.<br />Yes, you are right I am such a troubled woman. But is it a rule to live a sad life because you had some sad moments in it? I don't believe in it. So humming slowly on her dancing song. And ended up doing the hook step on the road but got embarrassed immediately. Biting my tongue, I again resumed my walking. In half an hour later, I was already around the abandoned building, slowly sneaking through the side ways, I managed to towards the stairs and climbed till 6th floor, the higher it is, much better. I was already inside my house, when I kept the uninclinged door on the entrance part and some bricks to block and make it stand. I then shut the big light and on the little table light. I had in side so that no one will get attracted to the light.<br />I later then, sat down and with the electric steamer, made myself some instant noodles. Sipping slowly with no voice too. I heard some clattering and screaming outside already. It was just six.<br />In the last two years, I have witnessed many type of drunk people, I have seen many fights, many unpleasant sounds of couples, some not so nice talk of man, and sometimes rape attempts. But I always call the police slowly so that I can save that girl. I gave seen many crimes ever since I have been here.<br />I heard some voice from outside, of punch. Some iron rod, some screaming and yelling for save. That made me, keep my bowl of instant bowl down, and scoot towards the door, the little space I have left on the left side of door, I peeped outside too look at what was actually happening, when I saw a huge man more than 6 feet man hitting a another man, who was sitting on chair while some more goons were standing around and laughing. He was yelling something on his face, and didn't even stop when the man was on the verge of death. <br />I should call police, I wondered to myself and then I moved to scoot again but my feet hit the steel bowl on the floor I ate noodles in and it fell with the echoing sound of it falling.<br />I closed my mouth as the sound of punches stop too.<br />Oh my god! And then I again looked as they were moving here and there, looking for where the sound came from?<br />It's okay! Quill. Just keep your mouth shut! It's okay!<br />But right then my phone started to rang on the table,<br />I didn't put it on silent!<br />I am dead now.