FREYA
Half of my face was hit by sunlight coming from my  window, near my bed. I woke up as I felt the light. The wind blows in my curtain so the sun's rays can't help but hit me. I looked up at the door of her room. "What just happened?" I wondered. I stretched out on my bed and look at the ceiling, at the same time I felt the sunlight hit all over my face. That made me looked out on my window and saw it was open a little. The light made felt me dizzy so I closed my eyes — it also brought drowsiness. "I want to sleep more," I thought just to get rid of my drowsiness.
Until I heard w ringtone on my phone — so made my eyes widened and woke up in a daze. I grabbed it beside in my pillow and quickly turned it off. While reading what was written on the, it reminds on my alarm clock and read it, "Job Interview today," after I read it, instantly my eyes widened once again, and flinched my forehead remembering that, today is my Job Interview. 
"All of a sudden, why did I forget this? ... Urgh, I should need to prepare now," I said, immediately stood up on my bed. I go to the bathroom and wash my body, after I finished— immediately ran to my closet and prepare for what clothes should I wear for the Interviewer. 
"All set."
I said in front of a mirror and smiled at my reflection. "I hope I'll be accepted," I wishes and to encourage myself for this job. I sighed when I remembered— everything I was applying for. All I did was to wait for the company message, sometimes they say bluntly that I'm not qualified for a job which made me feel a spang of pain that throbs in my heart. 
I'm thoughtful to think about regretting my course in college. I finished studying for a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration until now I still didn't found any decent jobs. I shook my head and smiled at the mirror, "If still I'm not qualified, I'll probably work at fast-food chains or sales lady," I suggested if I don't have choice for this Job Interview. I nod once again and prepared my things to go for my interview later on.
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"Tell me about yourself," the Interviewer said. Immediately, I observed the Interviewer, an old woman, wearing eyeglasses but you could see the fierceness in her eyes as she looked at Freya.  Something felt chilled down to my spine at what the Interviewer told ne. Suddenly I forces myself to smile. "I'm Freya G. Ylana ... A graduate of Academia State University, I am a person who always works diligently in a task. A person who is curious into something eager to learn," as I introduced.
"Why should we hire you?" This question made me nervous that swallows my saliva before answering.
"Well ... if you hire me, it will be a great platform to showcase my skills. Whatever goals I set, I will ensure to complete them within a stipulated time," I answer confidently. The Interviewer nodded as she listen to me.
"Do you have any experience?" The interviewer asked. I stiffened in my seat and was forced to nod then grin. The Interviewer seems to have noticed this and then arranged my papers placed on her table.
"Okay. I tell you honestly, we don't accept employees if you don't have 2 years experience, also you don't have any eligible where you can be hired quickly. So I'm sorry to tell you that you will be vaguely accepted. here in the company ..." The Interviewer bluntly said.
I regretted what she found out and it was saddened me of what the Interviewer told me. "But ..." the Interviewer added while looking at me. I was stunned and hoping she would change her mind. "W-what is it?" I said incredulously to the Interviewer.  "Wait for the call from the company," she said and made me dumbfounded about it.
I sighed and just smiled to her. "Thank you, ma'am," I said and stood up in my seat.
The Interviewer smiles sparingly at me and grieves as she watching me getting rejected. The company has a backer system so it is unlikely that I will be able to enter here if someone knows me here. Maybe this is already the policy in this company. 
When I left and feel saddened to apply again, I bent down to walk, feeling devastated. I was discouraged knowing that i was rejected again. I sighed and rode the bus station back to my apartment. Inside the bus, I just looked outside the window and grieving by what happened earlier. I sighed again, "I guess ... I don't have a choice, I think I'll just apply for a sales lady and cashier. Maybe, there's still a big chance that I'll be accepted here."
Until I reached my home and decided to stop and get off the bus. But her feelings are still depressed in despair. "Why life is like this to me?" I tearfully asked myself and didn't know what I was going to do after this— being have no job. 
I opened her wallet and she saw a picture of her Aunt. I can't help but cry, and misses her, and kissed it. I had nowhere else to go for help, all my life I was alone and only depends on the funds left by my Aunt. When she died 2 years ago, only the money she left and something I kept. And also the photo of my parents. I turned my gaze and just stared at it. Since childhood, I can't remembered my parents. Only my Aunt took her me and raised me. In her last day my Aunt give this to me and worried as she tells me about my parents.
"Please forgive me ... and treasure this picture-- a picture of your parents," her will before she died.
Until now I was looking for my parents and hoping that I could find them. When the Bus stops I was shaken and I hid my wallet back in my pocket. I walked and heard a man shout, "HELP ME!" My eyes widened and stiffened in my stance. I looked around to see where it came from —  also watching if people are passing by, but no one . . . Only me in the street. 
"SOMEBODY HELP— ARGH!" Someone shouted again. I couldn't hold back and followed the voice from an alley. I prepared to take out my phone to call the Police. I ran at the same time as my heartbeat quickened, and thought about something bad might would happen to me. When I arrived my eyes widened as I witness and shaken to dropped my phone in fear.
When my phone rang, it caught the attention of the man standing there. He looked at me with a deadly expression. "A deadly raven ..." I mouthed.
A man who's holding a knife and his eyes were pitch black, like an emotionless– or dead. Meanwhile, underneath, another man is lying on the floor, also his blood spreads. I was shocked and covered my mouth as I watched someone in front of me. The man grinned and said.
"You'll be my next prey." He said and pointed the knife at me.