Visions and Daydreams

Office Break-In

10:25.

It was 10:25 and she was still stuck in the office. Outside the colossal windows behind her, heavy rain poured down with claps of thunder and lightning singing along to the many car horns below. She had yet to enjoy an evening meal and her stomach felt like it was eating her insides; growling and moaning every couple of minutes, sending a chilling ache within which made her cringe. A dish of crab meat with butter, salt, and lime sounded amazing to her at the moment, but she still needed to finish the last couple of details on her article. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, looking away from the computer screen for a second to see that she was the only one left in the office.

Great.

A sigh escaped her lips as she stood, hoping to at least find a sandwich in the vending machine; even if the ones at work were cold and made her stomach churn. She flipped the switch to the common room and the lights flickered with a small buzzing noise. Walking in, she could see that the vending machine had a small chicken wrap left. Her stomach growled, anything sounded good at the state it was in. Slipping in a dollar and twenty-five cents, she fed the vending machine and watched it push her wrap out of it's column and let it fall. She reached in, wrapping her hands around the thin wrap, and could feel how soggy it was as she pulled it out. Looking at it, the wrap didn't look appetizing with it's soggy, yet crispy chicken, shreds of brownish lettuce, orange cheese, and gooey mayo. Even so, she ripped it out of it's packaging and took a bite as she grabbed a diet canned soda from the fridge. She walked out of the common room, flipping off the light, and sat back in her office chair, typing away at her computer once more.

Another hour went by and her wrap was gone, only one more paragraph remained on her article and she was more than excited to go home where she could take a hot bubble bath with champagne and Mozart playing on her radio. She began the first sentence of the new paragraph when she heard a man's grunt along with a loud thud coming from the front of the room where the main hallway ran. Standing, she walked over slowly with her soda in hand, her steps barely muffled as her heels tapped along the dark blue carpet flooring. Peeking her head around the corner, she gasped. The office janitor laid on the floor unconscious, a large purple and brown wound on his forehead that trickled blood. She rushed over to him and went to her knees as she placed her soda on the ground, her hands shaking as she cupped them over her mouth.

What- What happened to him...? She wondered to herself as she rolled him over, placing her ear by his mouth to hear his faint breathing. She sighed in relief as she looked around, Someone had to have done this to him....

She bit her lip and thought for a moment: if someone was in the building, they could probably hurt her too. She had no way of defending herself and running out was probably a bad option. It would mean leaving the janitor alone, most likely to get hurt, and whoever broke in could be anywhere and she wouldn't know due to the darkness that surrounded her. Looking down at the janitor, she saw his key chain which contained every key to every lock in the building. She looked ahead to see the door to the woman's bathroom. If she could drag him there and lock the door, she could call the police and remain in there. That way, she wouldn't get hurt. It was her safest bet.

She grabbed his keys and stood, taking him by the arms as she struggled to drag his heavy body into the bathroom. She huffed as she did so, and could feel a sweat on her forehead as her face reddened. She was terrified and worried if she'd be able to make it to the bathroom before the intruder came across her. Only a couple centimeters away and pressing her back against the door to push it open did she her the clicking of someone's tongue and a sly chuckle. She turned around slowly, her black rimmed glasses falling to the brim of her nose, and saw the outline of a man's shadow. He was tall, but not overly buff. His hands were in his pockets and something looked to be poking out of his mouth. He walked forward, putting himself in the dim light so that she could see him. His black hair was slightly long and pushed back with an unknown amount of hair gel. The man's eyes were a bright hazel and had a twinge of mischief in them. He placed his slender fingers to his lips and grabbed hold of a toothpick, flicking it away and letting it bounce off the wall before hitting the floor.