The picture above is Elijah, also known as Ian Bohen.
Cirtak 2002
I button up my shirt, fixed my collar and put on my blue apron that matched my tired looking eyes. I made my way out of my apartment with my cleaning equipments hoping I don't bump into him. I lowered my gaze as I got nearer and nearer I could feel my breathing getting heavier. I slightly looked up to see how closer I am to there room 982,981 this was it, room 982. I took a deep breath and knocked the door hoping to get no answer.
The door swigged open I froze looking at the figure of my nightmares. Sweat poured down my face as I stayed as still as possible. It looked at me up and down and I almost let out a whimper. Cold tears made their way out of my eyes, he touched my chin and in that moment I stopped breathing."Why are you crying love?" he said with an evil smile.
"D..don't touch me" I wipe my tears away, I hate crying in front of people.
"I am here to clean your bedroom so if you'll excuse me" I stated looking into his dull green eyes.
"Move out of the way Elijah and don't waste my time" I said in a huff.
"But my darling Saige - " he said with a fake smile while I cut him off
"Move please" I had have enough of him.
"You are not allowed to be inside, when a cleaner is doing is job.'So please ill wait out here, so you could go out" I said not meeting his eyes.
"Alright then, anything for my lady" well that was easy enough for him to shut his mouth before I go mental. He disgusts me.
As minutes went by. I've been waiting for 40 minutes, how long does this physco take to get ready. He is probably planning to kill me. Before I go crazy, I might as well go to the other room, room 983, no one has been in that room for a year now, but i've heard someone moved. I knocked the door quiet few times til the door swung open and revealed a room full of boxes but something else caught my intention the boy with in front of me, he looked familiar.He had perfect length and type of a curly hair that looked as soft as a pad of pudding, captivating bloodshot green eyes, straight arched jawline. A smirked played out his pink puffy lips while he noticed that I was visualising his appearance. I blushed, why am I doing this?, I never blush, what the hell is happening to me? Focus Saige. I got all the dirty thoughts out before going any further.
"Hah, what do you want?" The drunk boy said as the words slurred out of his mouth. Thank god for saying that now I don't have to be attracted to you anymore and that bad attitude.
"I am a cleaner, I am here to clean your room" I said confidently, trying to not overcome the fact that he is drunk"Okay then, come ,come in" He said with the fakest smile I have ever seen.
"Sir, you can't be in the room while I am cleaning. You should go down and have breakfast." How many times do i have to inform people that piece of information, that everyone should know.
"I paid for this room okay, and I can stay whenever I want."
"I wish people would stay, they always leave. Why? why do they all leave me behind?" He added with a puppy sad face, i almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
In this moment, I am lost for words.
"Um, i..i dont know" I said in a shutter.
"Come in if you want but I am not coming out, or leave." He suggested while holding to the door.
If i don't clean his room, I will get fired. But if I came in, what if he does something to me, this situation has happened before.
"Wait!" I blurted while holding open the door as i come in. As soon as I entered vodka and smoke filled the air and I am coughing. My lungs felt trap and my whole body was in danger, I was having an asthma attack. As soon as the boy took my sight he quickly open the window and came rushing back to me. He stopped for a second touching his dizzy head and lowered his gaze. He walked to me.
"Where's your inhaler?!" He ask as worried impression crossed his face. I pointed to my bag. He got my bag and took everything out. My stuff smeared all over, across his apartment, he then took sight of the inhaler and suprisesily knew how to make it work. But then, my vision become unclear, sounds distant and faded. The boy was hovering over me."Hey, Hey. Are you alright?" his voice was faint. Before I knew it darkness was all I see.
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