Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter two

Then another. And another. And another.

"You've been chosen Blair. You're special..."

I cover my ears, and squeeze shut my stinging eyes, as tears stream down my face, trying to block out the screaming, talking, and horrid, red, dark blood flying everywhere.

And those eyes. Those petrified looking eyes keep on staring at me. No matter what I do, they're always there.

My body feels weak. Like when you fall, and your so tired, that you just can't even manage to get onto one knee.

"I'm not special!" I scream. My throat feels like sandpaper.

I don't know where I am. Or what I'm doing. But, all I know, is that I need to get out of whatever is happening. Now.

Gasping, my eyes suddenly fly open.

I take deep, quick breaths, while I try to figure out what just happened. My heart feels like it's pumping out of my chest.

It was one of those nightmares.

Again.

I feel hot, and very damp, knowing I was sweating like crazy. These are always the symptoms after I have those crazy dreams.

I pull my knees up to my chest, and bring my head down into my trembling hands. This one was bad.

"Hey, babe." Ashton's sleepy, dazed voice whispers, making me jump for a second, but then allow his protecting arm to wrap around my side. "Was it one of those..."

"Nightmares." I say instantly for him. "Yeah."

"Do you...want to talk about it?"

I look at him, to see he's staring at me with concern filled in his bright eyes. Wait, what? I blink, and suddenly, they go back to darkness.

It's not like this one nightmare is that much of a deal. Just the fact that this has been like my third nightmare this whole week, gets old after a while. Shouldn't it?

I swallow hard.

"No, it's fine. Thanks." I force a small smile, then at the same time, suddenly, the alarm to wake up, starts going off. Playing the start of an upbeat song.

"That's our cue." Ashton mumbles, tiredly.

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After my usual day at college was over, I headed over to the diner, which I sadly work at. I'd do anything for a different job. The pay isn't bad, it just gets boring after doing the exact same thing over and over repeatedly.

Serving people, cleaning tables, trying to avoid get hit on by the hundreds of desperate men trying to get into my pants, while I'm working as the bartender in our mini bar at the back of the diner.

Today was the day I was going to meet two men, that would change my perfect life forever. Meeting them was basically just the start of my changed life.

I quickly wipe the table of my last costumers food crumbs laying everywhere, with a stain of ketchup splattered on the side. Currently, I'm not working as the bartender, for my manger told me to go serve people, one of the other workers has bartender covered.

Finally once I'm finished, I pat my hands together with the washcloth, removing crumbs from my hands, and walk over to behind the counter, where one of my other co-workers is working the till.

Tonight is a very busy night. It's Friday, and today our diner is really packed with all kinds of different people. Some I recognize. Some I don't.