It's Too Late (Septiplier)

7.

~Jack~

I sat in my bed thinking about my demons. I wondered why they decided I was the one to take over. Why I was the one that should lose eight hours of sleep every night being paranoid? Why me?

I couldn't find an answer to that because I don't know if there is one. Maybe they pick the ones that are the most vulnerable, maybe they pick the ones that are different. I'm not entirely sure who they choose but I know I'm one of them.

I sigh as I see the rising sun peek through my blinds. We're a few hours closer to work. When will ten o'clock arrive?

I get up and slip on some jeans and plain black long sleeved shirt. I avoided the mirror and grabbed my phone. I checked the time. Eight o'clock.

I then started to change my bandages. My cuts were looking quite pink and still bleeding a bit. I rewrapped them and pulled my sleeve back over my bandages.

I sighed, two more hours to go. I never thought I would be counting down the hours until work. I guess it's my only escape for the moment.

Once it reached nine o'clock, I started my walk to the shop. I know it will take me about an hour to get to town if I'm walking.

As I'm walking, I think about all the awful outcomes that could happen at work and every fiber of my body is telling me to just turn around and stay inside. I know I have to keep going though.

Eventually, I make it to the coffee shop and the guy who hired me last night handed me a shop outfit. It was a yellow t-shirt and a brown apron with the little coffee logo on it, along with a little brown baseball hat with the logo on it.

But then something crossed my mind. My bandages. They would be visible to everyone who cared to look.

"Sir, do you mind if I wear my long sleeve shirt instead? My arm got hurt pretty badly a few days ago and I don't want to disgust anyone or for anyone to ask about it," I asked.

"No, that's fine. Is it bandaged?"He asked me.

"Yes."

"Good I don't want you serving costumers with an open wound, that would be unhygenic." He smiled at me and I went to the bathrooms to change.

Thankfully, my long sleeve shirt is thin, so the yellow t-shirt fit right over it. I then slid the apron over my head and tied it tightly on my back. I then slipped the hat on my head and then glanced into the mirror. I guess I look semi-presentable. I sighed and exited the bathroom.

I walked behind the counter where a girl around my age stood.

"Hey are you the new employee?" She asked me with a smile. I was a bit alarmed that she asked so nicely and with a smile no less. I then remembered that she doesn't know me. No one here knows me. I can be whoever I want.

"Yep," I said quietly.

"Cool, I'm going to be teaching you the way things work around here for your first day, okay?" I nodded and smiled back at her.

"By the way, my name is Phoenix, what's yours?" Phoenix asked politely.

"Jack,"

"I like that name, it's easy on the tongue, unlike my name." Phoenix blew a strand of hair out of her face after she said this.

"Honestly, Phoenix sounds quite badass," I said. She gave me a funny look when I said that.

"I didn't think you were one to swear."

"Well then you don't know me," I said with a little smirk.

"The rush of customers should be coming in pretty soon, I should start to show you how things work," Phoenix mumbled while looking at her watch.