The Doctor

My name is Charlotte Evermore and this wasn't exactly how I expected my life to go. I figured that I would be like every other twenty-two year old girl in New York City with my crappy temp job and shit apartment above one of the many bars off St. Mark's Place. But it was entertaining enough and the apartment was mildly cheap since the bar would keep me up very late each night with it's noise. I figured that this life that I was starting would not be too horrible.

Instead of telling everyone how I met Mister Right like the rest of the girls my age, I must tell the world how I died.

It all started when I met a man called The Doctor.

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"That was Macklemore's "Thrift Shop". Here is another song for you on our Wake Up! Today Won't Suck playlist!" the velvety voice of Mason Landers, my best friend since childhood who was also an amazing disc jokey on the radio in the morning, beckoned me to wake up. He was one of the few DJs that seemed to have a voice that matched his face. He didn't have a radio face. Everyone thought that he had the face of a God. I was never mad when my alarm clock turned on and I heard his voice through the speakers, waking me up from yet another horrible nightmare.

I kept having them lately. They would begin as normal dreams where I would either be in my apartment or in Mason's condo. But then it would begin to change. The world would become too bright for me to see and then I was no longer near anything familiar. There were many times where I would find myself somewhere odd, staring down at the Earth. As magnificent as the dream seems, there's always something terrible lurking around every corner.

The most recent nightmare had me staring into the face of the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. His eyes were golden and his hair was the color of mahogany. He had full lips the color of strawberries. His jawline was so strong. And his body was as magnificent as his face. The slight golden color of his skin looked even more magical over chiseled abs, well formed pecs, and arm muscles the size of my head. His legs appeared to be as strong as his arms. He was wrapped in a toga and kept his strong gaze locked on my eyes. He had been making an appearance in my nightmares. His name was Darius.

"Charlotte, you must not do it today," he said in a tone that screamed it was a warning. "Please, just stay in. Today is not the day to go galavanting around the city!"

"Darius," I started, "what else is there for me to do?" I turned away from him and walked out of the room that was clearly his chambers. As I padded softly down the hallway, I turn to my left and stare out the window just in time to see planet Earth implode.

Which is when Mason woke me this morning. Slowly, I pushed myself up and rubbed at my tired eyes. As music spilled from the speakers, I made my way into my bathroom to begin my morning routine. I glanced at my reflection before peeling my eyes quickly away from the sight of my unruly mess I call hair and hopping into the nice, warm shower that was waiting patiently for me. As the water rolled down my skin and over my still sore from last night's gym session muscles, I felt every piece of me begin to relax.

But of course, I am not allowed to relax. I turn the shower off and wrap my towel around me as the shrill ring of my phone called my attention. Benny was probably wondering if I was going to remember to get his dry cleaning and his coffee. I hated my boss sometimes. But he was exceptionally cute and paid me decently enough for me to just grin and bear it. I refused to answer it and just began to throw on my black, knee-length pencil skirt, white blouse, black blazer, and a pair of black boots. I walked into the bathroom and proceeded to blow-dry my auburn hair and decided that I would just let it fall and frame my face today. After brushing my teeth and grabbing my purse, I left my apartment and began my commute to the office. Of course, I made sure to stop off at the dry-cleaners and coffee shop. He may be annoying but if keeping Benny happy is what I need to do to pay my bills, I am not messing that up.