The Way I can Tell
Murder and Chinese food
I walked back to my alley where everything was soaked. Damn its going to take forever to dry.
I simply sighed and got to work on what I was doing today. I worked today for Mr. Hochien. He was a nice guy if not rather strict, but he gave me the food that was about to go bad at the end of every week, he let me sleep behind his dumpster. Sometimes he even let me drink some soda during my short but well deserved breaks. Mr. Hochien was an alright guy.
A ran an old worn out brush through my hair in order to look semi-presentable. I pulled out half of that shit and I still looked like a meth head. I sighed heavily and looked at myself in the cracked mirror I had hidden in a pot hole under the dumpster, yeah I was pale, greasy and one hell of an eye sore. Oh fucking well I was going to be late if I didint hurry the hell up.
I walked in through the back door of the reasturant and Mr. Hochien was already yelling at three young employees but stopped when he saw me walk in.
"Xiānshēng zhī lù! Hěn gāoxìng kàn dào nǐ zàicì! Mister Way! Pleasure to see you again!" He said before yelling at them again.
I quickly put on my uniform and went to work mopping the floors and wiping the tables.
I was finishing mopping up when the first customer of the day came in and what I saw shocked me. It was my own fucking brother.
I stared at him bitter with jealousy. He was sent to a home having been much to young to live out on the streets when mother and dad died. He had also been given the chance to go to high school, where as I had to quit the second I turned 16 because I couldnt focus on trying to stay alive and trying to get an education ot the same time.
I was to busy stewing to notice his gaze was point toward me. Quickly I dissapeard into the back room and shove one of the waiters out to serve him.
The waiter came back and placed Mikey's order, that I was required to cook with Mr. Hochien watching. When he turned to assist the other cooks I struck like a cobra and in went rat poison. I dished up his serving but threw the rest away.
"Order up! Table 12!" I called.
I laughed silently as I watched the dish leave the kitchen.
I simply sighed and got to work on what I was doing today. I worked today for Mr. Hochien. He was a nice guy if not rather strict, but he gave me the food that was about to go bad at the end of every week, he let me sleep behind his dumpster. Sometimes he even let me drink some soda during my short but well deserved breaks. Mr. Hochien was an alright guy.
A ran an old worn out brush through my hair in order to look semi-presentable. I pulled out half of that shit and I still looked like a meth head. I sighed heavily and looked at myself in the cracked mirror I had hidden in a pot hole under the dumpster, yeah I was pale, greasy and one hell of an eye sore. Oh fucking well I was going to be late if I didint hurry the hell up.
I walked in through the back door of the reasturant and Mr. Hochien was already yelling at three young employees but stopped when he saw me walk in.
"Xiānshēng zhī lù! Hěn gāoxìng kàn dào nǐ zàicì! Mister Way! Pleasure to see you again!" He said before yelling at them again.
I quickly put on my uniform and went to work mopping the floors and wiping the tables.
I was finishing mopping up when the first customer of the day came in and what I saw shocked me. It was my own fucking brother.
I stared at him bitter with jealousy. He was sent to a home having been much to young to live out on the streets when mother and dad died. He had also been given the chance to go to high school, where as I had to quit the second I turned 16 because I couldnt focus on trying to stay alive and trying to get an education ot the same time.
I was to busy stewing to notice his gaze was point toward me. Quickly I dissapeard into the back room and shove one of the waiters out to serve him.
The waiter came back and placed Mikey's order, that I was required to cook with Mr. Hochien watching. When he turned to assist the other cooks I struck like a cobra and in went rat poison. I dished up his serving but threw the rest away.
"Order up! Table 12!" I called.
I laughed silently as I watched the dish leave the kitchen.
Oh my god, that ending is SO sad and beautiful, I think I just cried half my body weight in tears!!! ): Xx
6/3/14