[ WP ] working as a hotel maid you clean a room where a box has been left on the dresser . Out of curiosity you look inside . It is a large caliber bullet with your name engraved on it .

It finally felt like the ground under my feet was not about to cave in. I was tired of bouncing around from place to place, name to name. The flashbacks were bad enough on their own. His hand taut around my wrists, his spare arm pressing into my throat, the smell of his skin so close to mine, the tearing between my legs as he forced himself inside me. And the whisper.... 
 
 `` you'll never be alone again.'' 
 
 I shake my head furiously. the motion nearly makes me trip up the stairs and drop all my cleaning supplies. the bottles of windex and scrubbing bubbles shudder in the bucket and i steady myself. it doesnt pay much, but its a job that lets me stay invisible. all i have to do is keep my head down, clean the rooms, and go home. theres not much of a life for me anymore, but its better than no life at all i guess. it just gets so damn lonely sometimes, watching the couples checking into rooms, fingers interlocked. 
 
 `` you'll never be alone again'' 
 
 a ice cold shiver drips slowly down my spine. shake it off, jackie, last room of the night. i walk in and the place is destroyed. sheets and blankets strewn across the room, dirty dishes all over the floor, the garbage is overflowing, and i dont even know what that is on the TV. i choke back and gag. you'd think i would be used to it by now. i take the sheets and blankets and stuff them into the linen basket. i windex the tv, tossing the dirty paper towels on the floor. hell, i got ta pick up all the other shit anyway. i stack the dishes, they click against each other as i carry them across the room to the cart. i sweep the garbage off the floor and empty it, along with its intended can, into the large black garbage bag tied to the cart. i bend down to pick up the last few beer bottles when something under the bed catches my eye. i plain cardboard box sits dead center under the bed. i pick it up and put it on top of the mattress. wonder if its anything valuable. dont even think about it. thats definately not keeping your head down. 
 i grab the cart and head out the door stopping a few paces short. if they left it behind it cant be all that important to them right? i peek inside and i see... a bullet. 
 
 `` stop crying bitch. would you feel better about this if i put a bullet in your head?'' 
 
 i gasp in air. i didnt even realize i wasnt breathing. i reach tentatively into the box and take the bullet in my hand. i turn it over a few times before i see something etched in it. 
 
 jackie girl 
 
 `` you'll never be alone, again jackie girl.''
