Random short stories

Same, Same, Same, SAME

 It was a normal day, like any other. So far... 

 He awoke from his sleep, a dreamless sleep. A dreamless, empty sleep. It didn't seem weird to him because he had always had dreamless sleep. At this point, it would be weird if he did dream. He left his warm bed. There was an indent in the bed where he had been laying. Due to the way he slept, every single night. Now here was another thing unusual to most people, he slept the same way every single night. He fell asleep at the same time, woke up at the same time every single morning. 

 He went into the shower, took the exact same time, used the exact same amount of soaps. He left and brushed his teeth. Doing the same things that he would always so getting ready for work. 45 minutes later, the same time he would always leave. He went into the elevator, the big glass elevator. He lived in an apartment building, it was relatively fancy too. 

 He looked out the glass out the window as he had always done. Suddenly, everything turned dark and the elevator stopped. Although it was just a second, this second registered in his brain. In this second that was not  the same as all the other seconds, minutes, hours, days have all been the same. In this second, he saw a flash of dark with a humanoid shape out the large  window. 

 He exited the elevator, and said hello to the older woman who would enter the elevator at the same time every morning. He walked out of the building and witnessed a car accident, blood everywhere. Death. In this moment, there was darkness and red everywhere. This was different, it wasn't the same. 

 This time, the vision of death lasted longer. Instead of what was only a second, it was a minute. In this minute, the only thing he felt was fear. Unusualness, uneasiness. But it was also strangely normal, like he had felt this feeling before. 

 ---Quick little backstory because I feel like putting it here---

 Every morning when he would wake up, he would have nearly no memory of the previous day. He had tried to remember, he wanted to remember. But that's when he didn't know what was on the other side, what the previous day was. Now, he felt like whatever could have been previously was slipping into the present. Like he was remembering the deaths he had witnessed in the past days. Before, he was living like an NPC same thing, every day. These flashes of death felt like the failed attempts at a normal day. Days where something unusual, death, had happened. But these days weren't forgotten completely, they were kept somewhere somehow. His brain had recognized change and held onto that change for dear life. Now, all these days were coming back, he was being reminded of all these.

---End of quick little backstory because I feel like it---

 Then, the moment ended, he felt regular again. He got in his car and drove to work. He got to his job, a bank. Yes, one of the most mundane, normal, jobs ever. While he was  working at the desk-like separation with a clear plastic divider between him and the rest of the building. All the sudden, a man walked in with a gun. "Put your hands up!" The man said, pointing the gun throughout the room. Again, everything in his vision turns dark. The man behind the counter put his hands up. Then, one man started moving and he was shot. The blood splattered, everywhere. The death was back. This time, minutes passed and more people got shot. 

An hour had passed, he had up his arms up and down many times. Due to being tired, and the gun was pointed at him. He heard part of a boom and then it went blank. He woke up again and was in his bedroom, in his bed again. But this time, when he woke up he remembered all the things that had happened the day before.

 (Near the end I kinda lost motivation so I tried to finish it, I hope you're happy with the way that it turned out. If you have something  that you want me to write feel free to give a request. I will be taking requests through the entire book, until I finish it. I'll take requests as well as writing my own stories.)