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(Y/n) (L/n)'s Perspective
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Getting out of the shower, I stretch, hearing something pop and sensation running through my body. I wrapped myself in a towel and tied my hair up in another. The feeling of being watched ached in the back of my head, but it was nothing new.

I exit into my room and go to my closet to find my uniform. I lay the uniform on my bed and drop the towels on the ground and put on my undergarments.

I look at myself in the mirror after. Staring intensely at my injuries, wishing they'd just disappear so people would stop worrying about me. I trace beside the one on my chest and sigh.

"Do I really want to do this?" I started thinking of Jason. "Do I really want to give dating another try?"

'What if I get hurt again?', 'What if I hurt him?'... what if scenarios hurting my head. Images of my exes flashing in my head. A sudden warm feeling on my cheeks.

My focus returning to the mirror, I was crying. Though it was silent, it was still visible. I wiped my eyes, wanting the tears to go away. Wishing I was the emotionless bitch I call myself so I wouldn't feel a thing when someone hurts me so I never do things as ridiculous as this. Things as ridiculous as crying in front of a mirror.

When the water works stopped, my eyes were a bit red, my eyes not too puffy. Nothing makeup couldn't fix, but makeup doesn't hide flaws.

I travel back into the bathroom. Moisturizer, primer, foundation, concealer, contour, highlighter, eye liner, and some lipstick/lip gloss.

There, better. Friendlier face. Now just smile. One side up, then the other. Don't pucker your lips, keep them thin and friendly, maybe show some teeth, but don't show your canines, people find that weird.

Going over to my bed, I dress in my uniform. I tie my hair up and sigh. Going back to the mirror, I feel my heart ache. I've worked at this job for a few years, now I might ruin my relationship with my coworker forever. Which will probably ruin my actual job too.

I leave to my car and prepare myself, then started driving to work. I hope I don't screw up.

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I soon spot Jason walk in, he smiled at me and I smiled back. I take a deep breath and follow him to the back since no one was currently in the place.

"Hey, (Y/n), is something wrong?" He asked so calmly, still getting that cute nervous blush. I look him in the eyes and prepare myself for what I was about to say.

"Jason, I've decided that I'm going to give you a chance. You're a nice guy and I'd like to have a mutual relationship, with you." That felt awkward coming out of my mouth, but it made him smile.

"Really? Thank you so much for giving me a chance, (Y/n). Maybe we can go out for dinner after our shift?" He asked, obviously anxious. I laugh, this uneasy feeling crawling into my stomach.

"Sure, I mean I only have a hoodie to throw on over this, nothing really date appropriate." I felt I wasn't much ready, but he was desperate, so he didn't care.

"I-I don't mind, we end around the same time anyway." I felt breathless and sick, I knew I didn't like him that way.

'Why am I doing this?', 'why does this feel so wrong?', 'why do I feel so uneasy?'.

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After our ship we met at a small cafe for dinner. The food was simple and a fair line between expensive and cheap.

The beginning felt awkward, when getting the table, he had wrapped his arm around me. He was way too comfortable with me. We sat across from each other and ordered our drinks. We discussed food items and appetizers. Our drinks arrived as well as our appetizers and we ate.

He was telling jokes, I was forcing myself to laugh as I felt more and more uneasy. I was always told to trust my gut and I wish I did.

I had excused myself to the bathroom when he slipped something in my drink. I had felt dehydrated and drank my beverage, not knowing there was a drug within it.

We ordered food and ate and talk, I tried to ignore the nausea that was building up inside of me. I kept drinking my beverage with the idea I was tired and more would wake me up.

My eyes just kept feeling heavier and heavier. I wiggled in my seat, pinched myself, stretched a bit without making out seem awkward. It didn't go away.

It was when we arrived at his car when I dropped to my knees and my world started going dark. I felt his friendly aura change and a pleased him.

'Why have I been so trusting?', 'this is all my fault', 'I should've trusted my gut', 'why didn't I just reject him?'.

He grabbed my face and I could see his smirk through my blurred vision. He squished my cheeks between his fingers.

"He is going to love you." I heard him chuckle darkly as my world finally went dark.

I wished this was all just a dream. I wished it would all just end. I hated this. I want to go home.