I Will Always Love You

Work Day

I haven't slept for hours. Ever since that damn dream, I feel tired as fuck, like every morning. I get myself ready, like every morning. I take a shower, brush my teeth, pick out a random outfit, put just a tiny amount of makeup, put my hair up as my usual ponytail, go downstairs to the kitchen, eat a banana, and make myself some coffee.

"The more the caffeine..... The more alive I feel rather than dead."

I work as assistance at a very well known company called, Murkoff Corporations. My boss is Jeremy Blaire. Jeremy could be the most cockiest guy I know when it comes to being the best and being the Mr.Know-it all.

As I stand in my kitchen taking sips of my coffee, I look at the clock.

"Crap! I gonna be late! Blaire's going to have it with me if I'm late!"

I quickly grasp my leather jacket and slip it on. I put my converse sneakers on, grab my purse, get my phone, grab my helmet, and I rush out the door. As I leave the house, I hop on my speed bike and drive off.

I enter the city. And I park my speed bike in the parking lot and paid the guard to make sure it's not stolen,like everyday. I then see a bright red jeep parked there.

"Miles must be here...."

I walk out of the lot and enter the ginormous building. I'm greeted by the Murkoff front desk and main lobby with its logo on the floor of the entrance. The logo was the shape of two triangles conjoined in this way I have absolutely no idea what it meant but, it was Jeremy's idea of decor.

I go up to the front desk and sign in.

"Good morning, Claire."

"Good morning, Rebecca. Am I late?"

"Uumm.... Let's see.... Nope. You were about to though. You could've been a minute late and Mr.Blaire would've gotten you fired just as you stepped one foot through that door."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great. Thanks, Beck."

"No problem. Better get to his office now."

"Yeah. Thanks."

I go to the elevator and press the up button with my knuckle. And wait for the elevator. As I wait, I am greeted by a kind and gentle smile. Almost the smile you would like to see every single morning.

"Morning, Claire."

"Morning, Waylon."

Waylon Park was the technician of Murkoff. Waylon was in his late twenties, dirty blonde hair, was around 5'8" in height, he had a laptop carrier with its strap on his shoulders, wore a plaid half buttoned-up shirt with a plain white t-shirt under, blue jeans, and converse sneakers.

"Were you about to come in late?"

"Yeah... Stressful... -yawn-"

"Wow. Claire, you have bags under your eyes... Let me guess... Nightmares?"

"Yeah. Like every night. If it wasn't f-"

Bing!

The elevator arrives and we step in. I press the top main floor button with my knuckle and Waylon presses the 7th floor button. And the doors close. I continue.

"Well, if it weren't for John. I wouldn't be living this way would I?"

"No. It wasn't YOUR fault that situation happened between you two."

"I know."

John was my ex-boyfriend. We were together for as long as I remember. The reason I blame him for my nightmares was that he abused me. Verbally and physically. I thought he was the one for me. I thought that we were going to be perfect together. But I was wrong. Just as we got further into our relationship, he changed. He started from a kind, gentle, calm, loving, caring, and trusting man to cold-hearted, raging, hurtful, abusive, and dreadful man.

After John and I broke up, I started to have nightmares. Nightmares that would never end. Nightmares that scarred my life. Nightmares that killed me, mutilated me, scared me. There's this man who lurks in my nightmares. I don't know who he is. But he was the one who did sickening things to, not just me, but other victims in my dreams. The man kinda represented John. But don't even know what the man looks like.

"Claire, you feeling alright?"

"H-Huh? What? Uh. Ye-Yeah. I'm feeling fine."

"Good. Maybe you should talk to someone about your situation you're having."

"But I talk to you about my situation."

He chuckles.

"Besides me. You need to talk to a specialist. A psychologist."

"A psychologist? Are you saying I'm going crazy?"

He chuckles again.

"No, Claire. I mean, you just need to talk to someone who could help you with your nightmares. With special treatment."

"Ah... I see.... Nah. I'm fine handling my own nightmares."

"Alright. But just think about it, Claire. Maybe you'll change your mind."

"Right."

Bing!

We've reached the 7th floor and just as Waylon steps out,"Remember what I said. Alright?"He asks

"Alright."I say.

He smiles and walks out of the elevator. I stand there by myself thinking about our talk.

A psychologist? I don't really think I even need one...

Bing!

I reached the top main floor. Jeremy's office was just down the hall. I step out and walk towards the glass double doors leading into his office. And as always I'm greeted by the fake beaming smile.

"Well. Morning, Helkins."

"Well. Morning, Blaire."

I look at him and put on the fake and most innocent like smile at him.

"What took you so long, Helkins? Your speed bike crash into a hydrant?"He asks teasingly and irritatingly.

"Yeah. I totally did."I say with a scowl and my fists clenched.

Jeremy was in his middle thirties. Always wore a blue business suit with a white buttoned up shirt under. Wore black business suit shoes. Had dark brown hair in a slicked back kind of style. Was around almost the same height as Waylon. And always wore his cocky business smile plastered across his face.

"So, Helkins,"he says,"Are you ready to spend a day of hard labor? Ha!"He asks in a laugh half jokingly and half seriously.

Shut the fuck up you ass....

"Yaaaay!"I cheer sarcastically.

Well, let's get Blaire's today schedule over with....

*Sorry guys for taking SO long to make this chapter! I recently got my phone taken away so I wasn't on my phone for a while. And the reason I didn't just do this on the computer is that I just wasn't comfortable with making a story on a computer. And I'm just glad someone asked me to do more and thank you so much I very much do appreciate the support. Now gonna work on the next chapter.... Phew!*