5 months earlier
I shot out of bed screaming. Sweat was pouring from my skin and my hair was stuck on the back of my neck. I looked over at the digital clock on my nightstand reading it as 5:58 am. I was struggling for breath as I told myself it was just a dream. Just a dream and nothing more.
I stumbled into my bathroom and switched on the lights. The tile was cool under my feet as I walked to the sink. I turned the faucet on and looked into the mirror.
My dark wavy hair was knotted all down my back and my brown eyes were puffy and red. My chapped lips were swollen and my skin was a ghostly pale.
That's the thrid one this week.
It's been the same one. Over and over again. The same recurring nightmare that always finds its way into my head. It never goes away. No matter how hard I try to get the memories to go away.
And that's the worst part about it. It's not some silly little made up dream. It's real and it really happened.
I decide that I won't be able to go back to bed. I turn on the shower and start to undress my self. I wait until the water is warm enough and then I step in.
After I'm done with my shower I get out and wrap a towl around my body. The dream is still replaying inside my head as I dress myself into a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I brush out my hair and wait for it to dry.
I decide that I need to go into town today. I should probably go looking for a new job since I just got fired from my last one. I guess it can be pretty disapointing when the customer gets food thrown all over them by an annoyed waitress.
It's going to be hard though with my nightmare replaying like a tape in my head all day.
But something was off about it. It felt as if though I was really there this time.
The dream this time was more vivid then the last. Everything was very clear. The dry blood found all over the couch and walls. Everything thrown out of place and broken. My parents bodies slumped together and lifeless. Even my own scream rang loudly in my ears.
I gathered my things and walked out the door. I can't let it affect me. It was only 7, so I decided on getting some breakfast before going job hunting.
After all, breakfast is supposed to be the most important meal of the day.
I unlock my black Audi and drive away looking for somewhere to eat. Oakwood, Missouri is a small town. Everyone knows one another and you can pretty much get anywhere you want to by walking.
But sometimes, you don't want people to know your whole life story.
About 15 minutes later, I stop in front of a small building. The sign on top of the building reads Blacktop Diner. I pass it sometimes when I'm driving, but I've really never had the chance to go inside. I park my car in the vacent lot, and walk inside.
The bell jingles as the door opens. I see an old lady sitting at a desk reading some magazine and walk over to her. Her name tag reads Marla.
"Hi honey." She greets me. "Right this way."
Marla leads me to a small table in the middle of the room. There is only one person other than me here and it's an old guy stirring his coffee.
Marla hands me a menu and walks away back to reading her magazine, telling me if I need anything my waiter would be on his way.
I look around and decide isntantly that I love this place. It's quite and not busy. Everything seems to be decorated in a homey feeling. The tableclothes are chekered and the pictures on the walls are of other people smiling. Other pictures are of landmarks and cities. The ligths in the room are dim and everything seems to be at peace.
"So what can I get you to drink?" I hear a deep rough British vocie say.
The vocie gave me goosebumps all along my arms. His vocie was husky but smooth as honey.
"Are you deaf, love? Do I need to repeat myself?" he harshly asked.
I looked up to see electrifying green eyes boring into my own. His plump pink lips were set into a small smirk and the top of his head was full of brown chestnut curls. He wore a black t-shirt with black skinny pants and black leather boots. I could see black swirly ink coming from under the slevees of his shirt. Would it be a crime to say he was one of the most attractive men my eyes have ever seen?
"Harry dear! Do not be mean to our customers." Marla called over her magazine.
"Whatever" Harry grumbled while rolling his eyes. "So what can I get you then?" He spat at me harshly.
So Harry is his name then.
"Umm... just coffee will be fine," I said quietly.
He walked away only seconds later to bring back some coffee.
"And to eat?" he asked.
"Some scrambled eggs with some toast?" asking more of a question than a statement.
"Yeah sure, whatever." harry said quietly while walking away.
He was a rude. And mean. I didn't like him at all. He brought over my food and I ate while he watched me intently. I started eating quickly if I wanted to begin my job hunting.
"Do you always eat so fast?" Harry asks rudely. "It's rather unattractive." his lips were set into a smirk.
"Well I'm not trying to impress anyone here so I think I'll eat as fast as I want." I spat at him.
What an arrogant little asshole. Who gives him the right to judge me.
"Oh right! I forgot! I don't really care." Harry laughs while walking away.
I finish the food and pay before storming out of the diner. What another great way to start the day.
