He shot me down.

Harley's P.O.V

Drip. Drip.

The water stonily patted the bottom of the sink, my eyes darkly  smudged, my lash line stained red and the corner of my eyes bloodshot,. I unfeelingly stared right into the mirror. My gaze becoming weaker as I let my eyes drop down to the sink.

Tap tap.

Blood covered my hand, sliding around my hand, getting into the cuticle of my nail and coating a thick strong texture of liquid which seemed to pull the weight off my hand downwards. 

I couldn't hear any noise, despite the fact of the water dripping, but I could feel that smirk, right behind me. I could hear it, it had no noise but I knew it like the back of my hand. I felt the aloofly presence. I then heard a couple of words, my hearing seemed blurred, my Ear Canal feeling so distant and the drumming noise in printed in my head. I couldn't make out what they was saying, as I felt a loud knock which alarmed me I then felt a stinging knife hit against my neck and pulled deeper in my jugular.

Gasp, gasp. 

I woke up startled, my breaths rapidly puffing. I snatched my silky duvet and craned my neck over, sweat beads falling down from my head. Another nightmare, my eyes focused straight onto the darkness and the dim light which shined through my window. I wanted to stay in bed, and hopefully be able to settle down and fall back to sleep. However, my throat was parched and desperate for some water or some sort of drink. I ripped back my sheets and lifted myself from my hard achy mattress to the fridge. My hand gripped onto the freezing metal and pulled it back to grab a cool glass of water. I let it rush into my mouth, a refresh feeling pumped through my body. 

I groaned in irritation as I uncovered the time, I had 3 hours to get ready, which is generally a long time for me. I guess I should use the time wisely and get ready before work. I worked at a bar, nothing special. I usually had to wake up early, we served big  cooked meals in the morning and as I was taken by surprise, many people actually show up to have them.  However, we wasn't a big bar, or pub as some ref fer to, we got an average amount of people coming daily. It was very busy on Friday night's though. I'm probably a dreary bar worker, I serve the drinks and in the past many men have tried to chat me up but I just disregarded them. I was meant to do my job, not flirt with strangers. I just gave them an uneasy smile to show I wasn't interested; some people did still try to carry on but I just showed a lot of disinterest they just sighed and stopped. I pulled on my uniform for work, a shaded white blouse, an brown pleated skirt which I usually tucked into my blouse. Over the blouse I wore a sleeveless murky brown jacket. I then slipped my feet into some matching brown brogues. White socks pulled up at my foot. Hours had passed by the time I had washed, eaten and got dressed. I slung my satchel over my shoulder and went to work. It was a friday, this meant today would be busy. Different type of crowd's came, old teenagers, young adults and then the old adults and the old old adults trying to find an adult or even a teenager to take home. Some of them were truly vile by their actions they usually performed in the bar. 

Once I had reached the bar, I hurried in and then I saw a couple of people already tucking into their breakfast meals. I saw Gordon flash me a jokingly scared look, I guess I'm late. I quickly rushed to the counter, I couldn't be bothered to open the wooden gate so I ducked under it and slid in. I paced around next to Gordon. I let out a sigh of relief, then Billy placed his hands on my shoulder. Not creepily, but a sort of friendly way. I clamped my eyes shut for a couple of seconds, thoughts hurdling throughout my mind. I knew he was going to lecture me for being late again and the old rant how I could lose my job. Gordon chuckled as Billy began to speak.

"Harley, you can't keep being late, you know this. Gordon can't serve by himself, he needs you. Or we could hire a new person and you could lose your jo-"

I cut him off. 

"I know the deal Billy, I'm sorry I aim to keep up my job but please let me off this time." I whined, trying to my maniupliative technique.

"I've let you off a enough times, f-fine. This one, time though."

He saw my gaze at him, my eyes glimmered which indicated I could start crying any minute. I grinned as he walked away. Gordon had light brown hair which he swept to the side. More of a long paper-boy haircut, he smiled as he tucked it behind his ear. Gordon was quite friendly, and I knew he always had my back. 

Throughout the hours of serving meals, drinks, chatting a lot to Gordon the clock struck 6. This generally meant when people started to come in and party. The music was changed to pop with a side of rock, the edge of the upbeat music and crowding of people usually made me feel nervous and cramped. I shrunk my shoulders in as every minute, the door slung open to reveal person after person. 

"Fridays are fun, aren't they Harley, eh." Gordon nudged me, his glorious laugh which I could forever replay in my mind echoed throughout the room.