Current Date: December 7, 2023
Character: Kyioshi Preadon
Race: Human
Age: 23
Current residence: New York City, New York
I wonder which team deals with the most drama, at work. In a way, I’m asking myself that question now, but in the end, I don’t actually want to know, not really. It’s a passing thought as I watch two people of the people who deal with moving stuff around on the sales floor to make it more appealing to the customers argue. I’m supposed to be counting out my register so we can finish closing for the night, but their rising voices are a distraction that I’m having a hard time ignoring.
I’ve only worked the closing shifts a handful of times in the three years I’ve been here. It’s hard to believe I’ve been here three years. It’s not the best job in the world, but it’s a job where they agreed to take me in despite my name and the rumours that go around about me. I’m not a recovering drug addict. I was a forced guinea pig. There’s a difference.
Since this store took me in, I admit that I’ve looked at a few other job offers for things that would possibly be less stressful for me, but I’m worried that they’d not even spare me a glance. This place isn’t so bad, Alice is still sweet and kind to me though she’s been gone for the better part of the year. She’ll be back soon, once she’s done with her maternity leave. She did come now and again since, showing off her little one who has such precious rosy cheeks and bright, curious eyes.
I’ve heard plenty try to warn her away from showing me said little one as though they assume I might do him harm. Even in this workplace, I am clearly not above being rumoured about and there is only so much I can do about it. I’ve learned to ignore it as best as I can, but it still hurts to hear.
When I finally manage to finish closing out my register, the man who has been replacing her while she’s on leave takes off with it and that’s that. The two other people nearby who had been arguing were still arguing. Something about ignoring problems until they can’t be ignored anymore and how whatever their current problem is, isn’t something that should be ignored at all. I don’t know. I just know that they started arguing even before the very last client had left and that felt all sorts of wrong.
I know that Alan is waiting for me outside, so I really only take a few minutes to sign all the paper bits I have to and then I’m off to get my coat, my not-quite empty lunchbox—I couldn’t eat much today, my head wasn’t in the right place and I’m surprised my register actually balanced out—and I’m out that door into the waiting arms of the one person I know I’ll always be able to turn to. Alan, Jayson and Elias; I’ve learned to trust these three people with my life.
They didn’t have to take us in when they did. I could have been left with my mother, but they took me away from the hell that had been my life and I have no real way of repaying them; I do what I can about that. I’m grateful in ways that can’t be put into words, and I just want them to know that I’ll hold on to that gratitude until the end of everything.
While I was younger and recovering, I still did what I could. I did my homework, I studied hard, and I tried to stay focused though it was so much harder back then. I’ve learned in the years since they took us in. I’ve discovered so much about myself, and I feel as though I’m someone completely new.
There are days when I wonder about just changing everything about me. I know Jayson could do it for me too. Change my name, change all my paperwork. I could change my hair and I could try starting all over again without my past hanging on to me like a ball and chain, but I don’t know that I could manage. I wouldn’t even really be able to convince myself that I’m someone different and doing all of these changes without moving to another place feels like it would make things moot.
The thing is, though, I don’t want to move. This place is home. It might be a bit too close to where I grew up with mom being a problem and all but it’s where I grew up and it’s where my small support system—and the people I’ve learned to love—all are. I can’t move away from all that, so I’ll stick with my current job, even though it’s been harder without Alice, and I’ll keep my head held high.