Chapter 1

Another boring day at the café, taking people's orders, after school I'll come here to work since my parents couldn't afford much.

It was stressful but I couldn't say I didn't love it and I want rather popular in school. This was my escape, making coffee for people and watching people as they enjoyed their lives. It was the best escape so far.

It was raining outside and all the other employees had already gone. It just remained 5 mins for my shift to be over. I eagerly waited for the last customer to leave as I listened to the drops of rain.

It was so soothing, the customer finally finished and got up to leave.

He left closing the door which rang a little bell. I went over to his table packing the cups and a small plate that was laid under it. A little note caught my eye, it was smudged with coffee but it read 'thanks have a nice day with a tip next to it.

I smiled at the letter, it was from the aged old man who was in his late 70's. This is why I come to this café though it gave me a sense of hope.

I placed the paper into my pocket and placing the tip into a little jar where only employees were allowed. Still holding into the cup, I kept the jar safe unto the cupboard below and dropping the cup into the sink afterward.

I took off the apron, keeping picked up the key by it. I left the store as the bell rang checking out the last person which was me. I locked it and dropped the key into a plant pot when I was sure no one was looking. To avoid it from being stolen again. I immediately called Anna after that to tell her this, so she could come to pick it up. She always takes it home with her like it's some trophy and to avoid mem being fired if it gets lost.

I took a cab back home. I waited patiently as I was my earpiece over my ear blocking out the world and its car horns as I was currently in the middle of traffic. That's how it is in New York City.

I give a slight laugh as I listen to myself.

5mins later.

I paid the taxi man and went through the door into my house. Not even up to a few minutes before I stepped into the house, I got welcomed by my little white and black fluffy dog. His name is Oscar.

I squat to his size patting him on his head then going ahead to scratch him on his favorite spot which made him lay on his back. I laugh at this every time.

He continued to lick me.

"Okay... Oscar, I get it you missed me" I laughed but he still didn't let go. "Fetch"

I threw a stress ball across the room to the other side. He ran to go look for it and I sneakily ran off.

I placed my jacket on the rack and I jogged upstairs. Then I heard screams, they git louder with every step I took upstairs.

I finally found where it was coming from, it was mom and dad's room.

I stood in front of their door but they didn't notice me, they just kept throwing words at each other •because of me•

"She needs to, she has fucking cancer stan, listen to me" Mom screamed.

"I lost my job, what do you want me to do, she's too much to handle" Dad pulled off his hat.

He lost his job.

"Dad. Mom. Seriously" I cut them off. They jump apart seeing me.

"Funny, your back" Mom walked closer time but I stopped her.

"If I was too much to handle, just tell me, I'm still a person, not a disease" I cried running to my room.

I got there letting only my dog in. I locked the door sitting on the floor at Oscar came over dripping the ball in front of me with it covered in his drool.

"Good dog" I laughed as he crawled beside me.

I just cried as I had him in his arms. He wiped my tears with his paws.

I'm 17 and I've never been In love, no one has ever held me as if I would unravel if they let me go.

I don't know how passion feels like, the only love I've been getting is from my parents nowadays it just feels like I'm a burden to them.

I don't have anyone caress my face except my dog Oscar who I can only trust but he's not a boy or a human. I just think dogs are more human than human beings will ever be.

No one has ever kissed my lips and told me ill never leave you, I wonder what a real kiss tastes like.

Everyone will say not to worry too much, I'm still young and they'd be right. There's a lot of fish in the sea, the right guy will come to find you. Well look at me, I've been waiting for them my whole life and he still hasn't come. Sometimes I believe im bound to this loneliness cause even my parents don't want me.

I hate my DAD. But still, he's right, why would he want a daughter that wouldn't stay all his life and give him a good name. Why would he ever want that?

There's always a problem and that is...

I'm dying. 2 years left, funny right.

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