CURSE OF THE EVER REALMS

Chapter 1: Rarities Burden

As day breaks yet another ache appears;just as bad as yesterday's. Another reminder that her illness may never get better. Yet dwelling on the pain would only cause her more anxiety. Yes maybe it was sad but she wouldn't let this consume her. Rain has brushed it's heavy strokes over the streets last night and now the tarmac is black like oil.

Getting out of the bed, a sharp sting makes her flinch as her feet hit the floor. Cold seers through her body from the chilled wooden slats. Zombie-like now she enters the en-suite bathroom turning her attention to the mirror. Turns on the useless light and as she stares, not liking what she sees, now she takes the mint flavoured cream and puts it on her tooth brush. Yet another interview today she thinks.

An alarm from the bedside goes off, and the sense of panic is now coursing through her veins as she realises shes going to be late! Spitting out the remaining foam, rinses out her mouth whilst going for the hand towel. Finally the last touch is the carefully ironed suit. Putting this on she feels she looks a million dollars but inside feels lost. With no more time to waste she forces on her shoes, runs out the door, but hurries back in to grab her keys before slamming the door.

Samantha is now running through a busy London road trying to find her way around with city mapper, that for some reason is taking her away from her destination. She is drenched through and she is so frozen that her bones are locking up. However she is not going to give up! Taking a turning down a grungy alley way she finds a building that says the name of the company who is interviewing her. That was sheer luck.

"Yes! I'm here. Thank God somewhere dry finally!"

She enters the building and wants to sign herself in with the receptionist. A blonde haired, straight laced older lady must be within her late fifties with thick round glasses and a distinctive smell of roses. Samantha tries to speak and the bleach blonde lady puts up her hand up before Samantha forms a word.

"Excuse me but i am here for an interview. I am sorry i am late. Trains were a nightmare." Samantha protests.

"If you are the one running late, I am not likely to put my life on hold for you. Wait your turn! Take a seat!"

Samantha already feeling the pressure from this encounter feels like running away but everything is pointing to her needing this job offer.

Sitting amongst the others waiting their turn she looks around them all and then turns her attention to studying the material about the job. Her mind goes numb and blank and she feels herself getting worked up in her chest. Breathing deeply in and out she hears her named called.

Upon walking into the shabby office with peeling walls, she notices some photography pieces on the wall she's familiar with, dark blue, thread bare carpeting and the smell of fresh coffee beans, in walks a tall skinny older fellow, silvery locks of hair with a brief case in hand.

"So you must be Samantha Bright" he offers his hand for a limp unsatisfying hand shake.

"Take a seat Samantha and lets get this out of the way." Her mannerisms say she's very uncomfortable.

"I am here for the..." before she could even finish her sentence he interrupts.

"Samantha i know why you are here. It has it in my system so do not worry yourself about telling me that. Lets hear more about you."
He sits back into his desk chair with a high back and crosses one leg over the other.

"Well i graduated from art and photography college a few years back and I have the skill sets and knowledge that you are needing for the job role, along with a whole portfolio of varied work from fashion and portraits through to..."
here the very rude man interrupts her again.