Buttercups in the Works

  I kinda liked my job. I really did. Every part of it was almost like a rotation. A solid rotation that was done continuously. It was something I could do on auto-pilot. The restaurant was a place I absolutely loved working at. My coworkers were so kind and they often helped out in the best of ways.  But it was constant. Not 24/7 constant but constant enough to where I’d work, go home, go to sleep, wake up, and do it all over again. I had a couple days off a week but they weren’t back to back. The back to back days off would’ve been nice but at the same time, it irked me badly to not do anything.  I needed to be active. I needed something to do. I needed consistency. I loved my consistency and the structure it led to.  So my days off were the same each and every week. I hoped that it would actually lead to some sort of ease at the end of the day, knowing that the next day would be busy. A day for relaxation and chores to be done. Every other day was spent working th...

 This is a story I wrote a while ago. So far, it hasn't been redone or edited sufficiently enough. If anything is needed, feel free to leave a comment. 

      Sometimes I wishes I got out of this dumb city like my sisters had. There was so much weird stuff going on but someone needed to keep an eye on our mother. She was nothing but trouble a good seventy-five percent of the time. For the longest time, Mom had been obsessed with true crime and horror movies and how to survive them. None of us knew why she was like this. But whatever it was, my sisters and I grew up being lectured over how to get away from whatever it was.      These things were so common in our household. Whenever we watched shows or movies that was some sort of crime or horror, Mom paused at multiple moments to say who did what wrong or how they could use a background prop as a weapon. Serial killer? The group didn't take open opportunities to attack. Demon out on a rainy day? Perfect time to stay in and read.      Mom made plans for everything and she told us each and every one of them. She would ramble on and off about the...