Alone.
So we haven't had a fic about Michael and Jan since September 9th!!!! And guess who wrote it? I DID! Lol. Well here's just a short fic I wrote. The backstory on this piece is that I actually wrote this for a paper for my English class. We were supposed to write a descriptive essay and I chose to write about Jan and the people she lost in her life. I hope you all enjoy it. I also I hope that I get a good grade on it. I just turned it in today and won't find out till Monday. If anyone has any critique on writing for me, let me know. I love any feedback I can get. Oh and I should make it clear that I made most of this up. Stuff we don't if it happened or not. Some of the stuff I was just pulling out of my butt becasue I was stuck and it was like 4 in the morning, so I just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you all enjoy! :)
Alone. It’s another Friday night, and Jan finds herself in her apartment with her favorite bottle of vodka, alone. Why did she do it? Why did she break up with Michael? These questions go through her head over and over again. She loves the guy, so why doesn’t she just tell him that? As she pours another glass of grey goose, she begins crying. And not just a few tears but a sob that’s so uncontrollable that not even alcohol could help take away the pain. She hates who she was, more like who she became. She used to be this professional business woman. She was an executive CEO of a paper company, Dunder Mifflin. She took her job seriously and never let anyone get in the way of her work. She had this hard exterior even though she was broken on the inside, but that was what therapy was for. She wasn’t this corporate ice queen that she was once known for around the office. She didn’t have that hard exterior like everyone assumed she did. She used to not have a care in the world. She used to not have a feeling. But now? Now, she’s all alone unless you count her half drunken bottle of alcohol. Jan lost her family and friends, her husband, and now Michael. She didn’t lose them physically but emotionally. She blames herself for all of her lost connections, and she remembers the reasons why she lost the people that meant the world to her.
Since her recent alcohol addiction, her family was advised to not have any contact with her. Her family and friends held an intervention for her because they knew that she became this alcoholic. Every time she had a bad day, she’d drink. When she was going through her divorce she’d drink. Whenever she was with Michael she’d drink. That was the only way she’d ever get through a night with him. She refused to believe she had a problem. That made her lose her family and friends. Alone.
It was in the middle of January, one of Jan’s least favorite months. Her and her husband Richard had been fighting for some time. She wanted kids and he didn’t which was a huge argument they always had. Another one was how he would always come home late from the bar and make up some lie about a friend of his who just needed to talk. Jan knew he was lying because all of the signs were there. He was indeed cheating on her, but she stayed with him because as much pain and sorrow he might have caused her, as hard as her exterior may have been, she was still vulnerable. Jan was on her way home from another horrible day at work. She had to drive two hours to one of the branches she overlooked to fix something that a branch manager, who will remain nameless, screwed up this huge order, so she wasn’t looking forward to another night of yelling and screaming with her husband. She was hoping that his quote, unquote friend needed to talk again so she could be alone. She wanted nothing more than to take a nice hot bubble bath, light some candles, and put on her new favorite artist, Michael Buble. Although, things didn’t go exactly the way she wanted them. When she finally arrived home and took a look around their apartment to see if Richard was home, she felt a weird silence in the room. A quietness that she couldn’t quite explain. Richard wasn’t there like she previously wished for, but something was different. Something wasn’t right. She had a strange feeling that he was never coming home. She spotted a small folded note on one of their end tables that simply had “Jan” written on it. She slowly made her way over to the table praying for the worst and hoping for the best. She slowly opened it. “Dear Jan….” After she read the note, she crumpled it up into a tight ball and clenched on to it tightly. After a few minutes of gathering her thoughts, she threw the note on the floor and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol she saw. She did all of this without shedding a single tear. But that first sip, that first sigh of relief was when it really hit her. He was gone. Just like that. She couldn’t take it anymore. All of the hurt. All of the agony just got worse. She whips her glass, of whatever it was that she grabbed, against the wall with all of her might. It broke into a million pieces, but it felt good. Damn it Jan, do NOT cry! She was just so broken because that was four years of her life she would never get back. Now she had to start all over again. Alone.
She didn’t want to break up with Michael, but she had to. First of all, she was Michael’s superior. The company frowned upon dating in the workplace, let alone when it was between a boss and a manager. She knew that hooking up with Michael was a bad decision right from the start. He was also very unprofessional around the workplace. She couldn’t stand his sarcastic witty, sarcastic behavior. She kept telling herself that the only reason she was with him was to get over Richard. She knew that was untrue because as many differences her and Michael had, the similarities they had outranked the differences. For instance, they both wanted kids. Jan loved that the most about Michael. Michael also felt lonely and distraught just as much as Jan did. Someone who knew and understood all of Jan’s emotions always had a place in her heart. The break-up was hard for the both of them, but because Michael was so sensitive, he took it a lot harder than she did. She just wanted to end the phone call. Alone.
Jan takes another shot as she is just about passed out, pain free. She wants to call him and talk things out. She needs to tell him those three words that he so desperately longs to hear. Similarities? Differences? That doesn’t matter because they are a perfect imperfect couple. They have their ups and downs just like a healthy relationship should have. Together.
Alone. It’s another Friday night, and Jan finds herself in her apartment with her favorite bottle of vodka, alone. Why did she do it? Why did she break up with Michael? These questions go through her head over and over again. She loves the guy, so why doesn’t she just tell him that? As she pours another glass of grey goose, she begins crying. And not just a few tears but a sob that’s so uncontrollable that not even alcohol could help take away the pain. She hates who she was, more like who she became. She used to be this professional business woman. She was an executive CEO of a paper company, Dunder Mifflin. She took her job seriously and never let anyone get in the way of her work. She had this hard exterior even though she was broken on the inside, but that was what therapy was for. She wasn’t this corporate ice queen that she was once known for around the office. She didn’t have that hard exterior like everyone assumed she did. She used to not have a care in the world. She used to not have a feeling. But now? Now, she’s all alone unless you count her half drunken bottle of alcohol. Jan lost her family and friends, her husband, and now Michael. She didn’t lose them physically but emotionally. She blames herself for all of her lost connections, and she remembers the reasons why she lost the people that meant the world to her.
Since her recent alcohol addiction, her family was advised to not have any contact with her. Her family and friends held an intervention for her because they knew that she became this alcoholic. Every time she had a bad day, she’d drink. When she was going through her divorce she’d drink. Whenever she was with Michael she’d drink. That was the only way she’d ever get through a night with him. She refused to believe she had a problem. That made her lose her family and friends. Alone.
It was in the middle of January, one of Jan’s least favorite months. Her and her husband Richard had been fighting for some time. She wanted kids and he didn’t which was a huge argument they always had. Another one was how he would always come home late from the bar and make up some lie about a friend of his who just needed to talk. Jan knew he was lying because all of the signs were there. He was indeed cheating on her, but she stayed with him because as much pain and sorrow he might have caused her, as hard as her exterior may have been, she was still vulnerable. Jan was on her way home from another horrible day at work. She had to drive two hours to one of the branches she overlooked to fix something that a branch manager, who will remain nameless, screwed up this huge order, so she wasn’t looking forward to another night of yelling and screaming with her husband. She was hoping that his quote, unquote friend needed to talk again so she could be alone. She wanted nothing more than to take a nice hot bubble bath, light some candles, and put on her new favorite artist, Michael Buble. Although, things didn’t go exactly the way she wanted them. When she finally arrived home and took a look around their apartment to see if Richard was home, she felt a weird silence in the room. A quietness that she couldn’t quite explain. Richard wasn’t there like she previously wished for, but something was different. Something wasn’t right. She had a strange feeling that he was never coming home. She spotted a small folded note on one of their end tables that simply had “Jan” written on it. She slowly made her way over to the table praying for the worst and hoping for the best. She slowly opened it. “Dear Jan….” After she read the note, she crumpled it up into a tight ball and clenched on to it tightly. After a few minutes of gathering her thoughts, she threw the note on the floor and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol she saw. She did all of this without shedding a single tear. But that first sip, that first sigh of relief was when it really hit her. He was gone. Just like that. She couldn’t take it anymore. All of the hurt. All of the agony just got worse. She whips her glass, of whatever it was that she grabbed, against the wall with all of her might. It broke into a million pieces, but it felt good. Damn it Jan, do NOT cry! She was just so broken because that was four years of her life she would never get back. Now she had to start all over again. Alone.
She didn’t want to break up with Michael, but she had to. First of all, she was Michael’s superior. The company frowned upon dating in the workplace, let alone when it was between a boss and a manager. She knew that hooking up with Michael was a bad decision right from the start. He was also very unprofessional around the workplace. She couldn’t stand his sarcastic witty, sarcastic behavior. She kept telling herself that the only reason she was with him was to get over Richard. She knew that was untrue because as many differences her and Michael had, the similarities they had outranked the differences. For instance, they both wanted kids. Jan loved that the most about Michael. Michael also felt lonely and distraught just as much as Jan did. Someone who knew and understood all of Jan’s emotions always had a place in her heart. The break-up was hard for the both of them, but because Michael was so sensitive, he took it a lot harder than she did. She just wanted to end the phone call. Alone.
Jan takes another shot as she is just about passed out, pain free. She wants to call him and talk things out. She needs to tell him those three words that he so desperately longs to hear. Similarities? Differences? That doesn’t matter because they are a perfect imperfect couple. They have their ups and downs just like a healthy relationship should have. Together.