Satan Reincarnate (The original)

Wipe my Mind

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I woke up that morning, so groggy to the point where I didn't immediately remember the events of the night prior. I groaned, remembering I didn't have a coffee pot before I remembered anything else. As I rolled off my unmade bed and slumped on the ground, I looked into the full body mirror as I laid on my floor, my face smooshing against the trimmed carpet. I looked like shit.

I took a few minutes to myself for recollection, sighing as I finally pulled myself to my sore feet. I rubbed my eyes, with a small stretch and a yawn, rocking my knees back and fourth. I frowned, why were my feet so sore?

I frowned even harder. "Oh yeah." I snapped to nobody.

I was going to go out for coffee, and go shopping for essentials if I had enough energy. I trudged over to the island, reaching for my suitcase. I pulled out a different sweater.... One that didn't smell like alcohol- and different pants. Ones that weren't covered in dirt. I pulled the clothes on, and threw the same shoes I wore last night onto my stinging feet. I didn't even walk that far yesterday, it was a little embarrassing. I pulled on my hood and tied my hair back to hide the stray curls that poked out like I escaped the electric chair. I held my purse against my arm, quadruple checking I had everything this time. Then, I skedattled. Out the door, down the hallway, and into the elevator.

Getting out of the elevator, my dumbass wasn't paying attention to where I was going until I accidentally body slammed someone standing in front of me. I looked up, a gasp leaving my throat as I backed up a little bit. He turned around a little startled himself, the small grey streaks in his dark hair bouncing gently as he moved to face me. He was older, maybe around late thirties early forties. He was a little bit taller than me, maybe 5'11"-6'0". I had a habit of inspecting people as I looked at them, I wasn't sure why. He looked down at me, the stubble scattered around his tan face as he smiled at me.

"Oh geez, I'm so sorry!" I murmured, backing up out of his personal space.

"Are you alright?" He said almost instantly, stretching a hand out as if he were trying to steady me, though I wasn't even staggering.

"Yeah," I looked down to my feet, smiling a bit. He was really handsome.

"What's your name?" He asked, straightening out to size me up.

"Angelina." I say, outstretching my hand to shake his. Hopefully he didn't mind the fact my palm was sweaty- I was always nervous.

He firmly grabbed my hand, softly shaking it up and down.

"Stacy." He murmured.

Our hands remained locked, and his eyes seemed to hide something behind the mask of blue as he looked at me. Something I couldn't make out.

His eyes were blue, very blue. But not the fishy color that made you uncomfortable to look at, the ones I had. His eyes looked royal, like he knew his pride and worth, and that showed through the color of his stare.

Our hands remained on each others for a moment too long, it became unnecessarily intimate.

"It was nice meeting you, Stacy." I murmured, looking at him with a friendly smile, and dropped my hand to my side. Maybe he took my body language the wrong way, because he leaned in a little bit. Whatever.

Wish a brush of my arm, he stepped past me with a gentle nod. "I'll see you again." He said as he walked away from me, like he knew for sure.

Something about that statement made me uncomfortable. He said it like he always knew where I'd be. I thought about it as I exited through the empty lobby, the gray of my car reflecting the cloudless sky. I saw my own reflection, my face recoiling out of instinct. I had always avoided mirrors and any reflective surface, it helped with my confidence. I was confident until I saw what I actually looked like.