The Reapers Job- completed(ish)

12:00am

  It's strange how when you wake up from a nap it feels like someone put metal in your mouth, how it seems like you slept for thirty days instead of three hours.

You get thrown into a blurry pit of confusion and it takes you a few minutes to fully wake up. So try to imagine all the horrible feelings of waking up, then add the pain of several injuries. Then throw in the detail about you being in a strange bedroom with your boss sleeping in a chair in the corner. That is how I woke up.

Everything on my body hurt, my muscles ached, my head throbbed, and every breath I took would make me clench my teeth in pain. I couldn't begin to understand what happened, everything came back to me in flashbacks. Who was that Prince? Why was the devil there? Questions flowed in and around my brain, only succeeding in making my migraine worse.

"Jen? Are you awake?" Mr.Castors voice split through the air. I groaned in response, to afraid of the pain that speaking would cause. A sudden light touch feathered across my hand, just barely wrapping itself around mine. Mr.Castors voice was now much closer and louder. "Jen, Jennifer, do you remember anything?" I was about to respond when I felt a hard and cold object pressed to my lips, and the cool water inside started to slowly fill my dry mouth.

When the desert on my tough finally disappeared I opened my mouth, but I only mumbled the few things I remembered. "A Prince, a-and the devil?" Mr.Castors face morphed into the definition of confusion. "Jen, I think you had a nightmare, you fell down the stairs when you went to put that box in storage, a wire from an old ramp wrapped around your wrist, and the lightbulb shattered, cutting you up pretty badly, you hit you head a pretty bad on the way down. I'm sure you were just dreaming." I cricked my eyebrows, it seem so real.

I grabbed Mr. Castors arm, desperate to tell him everything. "But t-the chains, and th-the knife.." He began shushing me, stopping mr from talking. "Jen, it's normal for people to have weird dreams after they go through a traumatic incident. You lost a lot of blood Jen, you probably started to hallucinate or something." I just shook me head at him, I know that wasn't s dream.
   I looked around for a certain green eyed man but he was nowhere to be found. Wait why am I looking for him? I thought to myself. Then I dreadfully realized that I, was in fact, crushing on Constantine. I groaned out loud. Which resulted in my boss frantically asking me questions. I blew him off, not really concerned about what he said. I could only think about the horrible school girl crush j was developing for me coworker.
After about two naps and one meal, Constantine showed up. Mr.Castor had left about a half an hour before. "Hello Jennifer, how are you feeling?" He asked in a monotone voice. I decided to answer him honestly, " I'm feeling confused." He mirrored my feeling and began to sound interested. " why are you confused?" I sighed and looked at me bruised and swollen wrists, " I know what happened, but everyone keeps telling me it was a dream." I looked up into his eyes, pleading for him to believe me, " I know it wasn't a dream, the monster was real and the chains and blood and torture was all real, so if your coming in here to tell me I was knocked out or hallucinating you can turn around and and walk back out that door." By the and of my little rant I had tears in the corner of my eyes. Why doesn't anyone believe me?

I looked down, ashamed of my self. I probably sound crazy to them, but I know what I saw. The sound of a chair scratching on the floor snapped me back into reality. Constantine was still here.

His hand softly reached out a touched mine. A gentle gesture bust one packed with a strong message. "I believe you." He whispered.

I flicked my eyes upwards, whispering with a hopeful tone. "You do?"  He nodded slowly than closed his eyes, "Jennifer you need to see something, but we have to leave." I frowned in confusion, how are we going to leave?

   The air began to cool and the light flickered on and off. I looked over at Constantine in fear, this was looking way to much like an episode of supernatural.

I was more than shocked when I realized his face was turning transparent and his eyes turned from emerald to a ghostly glowing green. His dark leather jacket and black shirt and jeans morphed into a black cloak, his hairs was completely gone and the only thing showing outside of the cloak was his face. I could still see the transparent silhouette of his skin, laying over the skeleton in a eerie way.

He didn't say anything and I suddenly remembered that day in the cemetery. I was simply walking to a friends and cutting through, but I saw what was apparently Constantine. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, "when did you plan on telling me you are a reaper?" He didn't respond, only tilting his head in what I assumed to be confusion, I guessed his question. " yes I know what reapers are, have you ever seen supernatural? Plus one saved my life just a few days ago." He nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Are you able to talk when you are like this?" He shook his head from side to side, making me shiver, I may watch a show about monsters but it was still creepy to see a skeleton move.

"Wait if you can't talk then how did you say something to me in the cemetery, I think you said 28 days?" He nodded slowly. Then he slowly opened his jaw, Not widely, just enough for you to see behind his skeletal teeth. A low scratchy voice filled the air, making waves of anxiety roll onto me. "2 days" I sat still, he slowly closed his mouth, the glowing flames in his eyes never left mine. I tried to think about what he said but fear clouded my brain. "Why can you only say that? Does it mean something? What does it mean?" He didn't move, only sat and stared, and if it wasn't for the fact that he just talked I would think he was actually just a skeleton.  Horror settled into my bones and dropped a weight into my stomach. "I only have 2 days to live?" He leaned forward and turned his head towards the wall, I slowly followed his line of sight and watched in terror as the hour hand hit 12:00am , he opened his mouth again, "1 day".