It started with skittles

Why Me?

A week of silence, pure blissful silence. Although, too quiet on most days. I feel like I'm being watched half the time, I can only guess by who.

The pervy manager didn't seem too happy when I came back. Kept glaring at me from afar, not sure who pissed in his Cheerios, but at least he kept his distance and hands away from me.

"Louis, call me please, I'm sorry for how he behaved toward you. Even though that jackass should be saying this himself, I know he never will. I don't even talk to him, we are definitely not friends and never will be. Just, please call me back." I left the message on Louis's answering machine, hoping Skittles hadn't completely destroyed that friendship.

I was currently on break, the only one I'm allowed, and still haven't touched my food. Why did I bother ordering when I'm not even hungry?

I wrapped it up and put it in the employee fridge, not caring if someone else steals it. Having fifteen minutes left, it shouldn't be spent calling Louis anymore. I think three voice messages is enough.

Looking at my phone, I realized that no one had contacted me in a week. What kind of existence do I have? I wrote a quick text to Eve to make sure she's still alive, sometimes she gets too wrapped up in her boyfriend and work she forgets that the outside world exists.

Oh god, here comes a customer, can't they just let me have a break in peace? Where is that bitch woman? She needs to pay more attention to her work than phone.

"Hi, do you work here?" A short blonde guy asked as he flipped his hair out of his face. Dude, just get a haircut save yourself a future neck strain.

"Not at the moment, ask blondie over there." I replied and pointed toward bitch woman who was texting. The guy looked at me strange before he started walking toward megabitch.

I can't do this anymore, I need out. I feel like this place is suffocating me, bringing me down to the depths of hell just to torture me. Ok, a bit dramatic but kinda true.

I started walking toward the pervs office, coming up with an excuse. Why not just sick? It's true, I'm sick of this place, her face and him. It's not worth anything to be here.

"I'm not feeling well, I think I'm going to throw up, I need to go home." I told my boss, trying to sound honest, as I stood before him in his pathetic office.

I swear if I didn't need money as bad as I did back then, I would have never been as desperate as I was to accept this job.

"Yea, sure you don't look very well." He replied, not even fighting me. Maybe he's the sick one.

Grabbing some coffee from the local shop after clocking out and leaving work, I settled into a corner booth, I think it's time to find a new job. This one has always been below me, I did have an associates degree in management.

I guess I never truly tried to aim high, I let all my ambition slip away. I've had many people tell me I would fail, after being down in the bottom of life and I proved them wrong, just to fail afterwards.

Applying for a few jobs I found online, I started to think life would get better. That I'm going to make a fresh start and love life again. Push away all negativity and get my life back.

Oh how very wrong I was. Upon returning to my apartment I was greeted by the boys in blue. What is going on now?

"Allison Bronswick?" An officer asked. I just nodded my head. "You are being arrested for murder..." I started tuning him out as he put the handcuffs on me, while a panic attack started.

"What's, going on?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"You are being detained for the murder of Sean Hixs." He replied, as other officers started walking into my apartment.