Whatever did happen....?

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I should have been more grateful with my job. I should have considered myself lucky to work for the White House. I should not have complained about cleaning up ever mess the president and his family made. At least it put food on the table and kept the lights on. I should have just liked living the normal life, because I will never live it again.

It was 8:00pm and I had just checked in for my shift - night shift, west wing, Oval Office.
I was happy, I loved working at night, I was quiet and calm. No press asking their questions, no president and First Lady screaming at each other in the Oval Office, and no one running around solving whatever scandal just happened. I could put in my earbuds and dance around as I mopped and waxed the floors of the White House. It was relaxing, like the twilight zone. Walking with my mop in one hand and wax machine in the other, I continued down the hall and began to mop. I put my earbuds in and began to dance while I mopped. This was my me time.

~ Ah! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. - I said, apologizing
~ Oh my - Mr. President, sir. I was paying attention to the mop, I'm so sorry - I continued
~ Mmh - He responded, as he proceeded to dump his coffee on the floor

Of course, stupid, stupid me. I try never the upset the president. He hates the lower class and will try to destroy them. By making our lives horrible, all the janitors will try to avoid him and his family. Horrible people, all of them. I turned down my music and placed my earbuds back in. I continued to mop and wax. Around an hour later, I heard a moan of distress coming from the Oval Office. Followed by the slamming of a door, and bing of the elevator as it went up to the residency. Finally, the Oval is empty, I was now able to clean the Oval Office. I walked into the north side door and set foot on the the carpet. I then began to dust of the presidential busts and vases. I walked over the the side table, next to the couch and filled the bottle of whiskey for the president. I moved over the the desk, which had bill proposals laid out on it. I picked them up and read a couple of them, I then sat down in the presidential chair. I felt amazing. A rush. I felt so powerful, sitting in the most powerful chair in the world. Snap. Back to reality. I will never be president - who am I kidding. I got up and walked out of the Oval. I walked to my closet/office and put away the mop and waxing machine. The door closed behind me. *BOOM* it was a gunshot. Some stupid idiot probably tried to hop the White House fence. Not a lot people like this president, they want to kill him. *BOOM* there was another and it felt closer too. *BOOM* again. Another gunshot. After that gunshot, I went out to investigate what in the world was going on. Just at that moment, the First Lady, covered in blood comes running out of the elevator, screaming like a banshee. She ran into my arms.

~It...he, blood......everywhere - she uttered

I could not understand anything she was saying

~I....all dead....gun - -

Just at that moment *BOOM* a gunshot, a bullet right through the First Lady's head. Killing her instantly. As she fell, my eyes locked with the man who shot her. Crap, that's it. I'm dead. He is going to kill me now. I closed my eyes and prayed "God, I have never prayed before, nor do I think I believe in high powers. But, if you are out there, please save me." The man put the gun in his pocket, took off his hat and uttered "Good day" and kept walking towards the press briefing room.