I've been gone four weeks. After a week, all my money I brought with me, was gone. I kept having very strange and vivid dreams. To get a job I had to lie about my last name. I got a job at the diner and told them my name was Elena Williams. The diner didn't pay me very much. I was barely scraping by.
I woke up and hopped in the shower. I put on my work clothes, a white button up that I tucked into my tight black skirt that stopped a few inches above my knee. I slipped on a pair of black flats. I brushed my hair and put it in a tight bun with a strand hanging on each side of my face. I still had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and was still very pale. It wouldn't surprise me if people thought I was on crack and hadn't gotten my fix in awhile.
When I got to work, I was greeted by my new friend, Carrie. She's a 35 year-old very perky, petite blonde who is a waitress along with me.
I walked to the back and grabbed my white apron and wrapped it tightly around my waist. I grabbed my small pencil and small notebook. I slid my phone into my apron pocket.
I walked back out when I heard the bell on the door ring. I set off to work and after a 2 hours I went to the back for my break.
During my breaks I hang out in the back, way lunch, and talk with the cooks.
After another seven hours, I heard the bell. I walked out and saw the back of a guys head in a booth in the very back.
"He's hot. You can take him." Carrie said next to me. "He's pretty young for me, he looks around your age." I rolled my eyes. She wants me to find someone. She's married. I playfully hit her shoulder.
"Your married." I hissed. She snorted.
"Married, not dead." I rolled my eyes again and smiled. I approached the booth at a normal pace and didn't look at him. I kept my eyes away.
"Are you ready to order?" I asked softly.
"Well, I think I'd like...a burger, fries, and a coke, darling." he had a familiar British accent. I nodded and wrote it down.
"I'll be back with your food." I turned away and walked to the kitchen. I gave them his order and waited.
"Hot, right?" Carrie said beside me. I sighed and turned to her.
"I don't know. I didn't look at him." she gave me a look. "His voice was though." she nodded. But it was so familiar.
When his food was ready I collected it and walked back out. I reached the table and started putting his food down. I set down his drink.
"Let me know if you need anything else." I turned and started to walk away until he grabbed my wrist.
"Actually, Elena Gilbert. I may need something." How did he know my name. He released my wrist. I turned around so I saw the back of his head. I slowly walked forward and turned to see his face. He turned and looked me in the eyes. My eyes widened. I started shaking my head and backing up. "You don't look so well, love." I felt tears prick my eyes. I'm dead. "I like your outfit though. It looks good on you." an evil smirk was on his face.
"I...I...how?" I stuttered. I closed my eyes. "No, no, no, no. Your not real. I finally lost it." I whispered.
"No, your perfectly sane. I'm really here right now." I opened my eyes and they met his. I felt tears to down my face.
"I...I...I'm so sorry." I whispered and almost ran to the back, hoping he wouldn't follow. I threw off my apron and took off out the back door.
I looked through the window. He was still sitting there. I walked to my car and got in.
