Project: BlindSpot

Prologue

    I gently set down the letter on the glass table in front of me and let out a soft sigh. Lucky me, chosen for some discrete project to watch some blind teenagers. I have nothing better to do, and at least the job would pay well, I think to myself, I’m supposed to drive out there tomorrow and from what I understand I won’t be allowed to leave. I better start packing.
    Picking up the letter again, I stand up and walk to my room. It’s a cluttered mess but I manage to find a suitcase and pick out some essentials and valuables. I’m barely able to fit everything in the suitcase, it’s a wonder how I did it since it seemed so small. I sigh and take a look around the room, I’ll have to cut off communication with family and friends, not that I have any friends or even a significant other, and I don’t ever talk to any of my family anymore.
 

    I turn off my phone and rub my eyes, then check the time. It read: 7:06 pm. Well shit. I have to be at that Project: Blindspot place by 12 am. I decide that it’s best to sleep now, setting my alarm for 10 pm. Three hours is not a lot of time to sleep, but then again I never really sleep at all, if I do it’s because I pass out. I plug my phone into its charger and put it down on the bedside table. I stare up at the ceiling for a few moments before turning off the lamp and snuggling up in the blankets.

    It feels like I had just barely closed my eyes, then I’m awoken by the ringing of my alarm. I groan and sit up, yawning with my arms stretched out above my head. I stop the alarm and slide off the bed. I’m way too tired to function right now but I have to push that fact away and wake up. I only have two hours to get there and I have no clue how long it’s going to take. I walk over to the closet and pick out the nicest thing I have. Like the lazy-ass I am, I change into the clothes on the spot and toss the ones I was wearing previously toward a basket in the corner of my room. I take one last look around and grab my suitcase, dragging it out of the room.

    I grab a pop-tart from the cupboard and walked over to the door. I sigh as I grab my keys and head out to my car in the cold, dark night, trailing my suitcase behind me.

    I unlock my car and slide into the driver’s seat after putting my case in the trunk. I sit there for a moment, my head in my hands. Then I insert my key and turn it to start the engine.