Future

We meet again.

It's been days maybe even weeks since the last weird encounter with those men.

I'm glad I haven't seen or heard of them. The sirens in my head have stopped blaring and my boss has suddenly become quite nice to me.

He gives me my pay on time. He gives me extra breaks and even talks to me as if I'm his long lost friend.

I'm not sure what's gotten into him. But it's creeping me out.

Another day at work. Another day to live and another day of not progressing to the extent I want. But I guess, over time and a lot of hard work, maybe I'll get there.

"What'chu thinking about," I slightly jump from the unexpectedness of his voice. Turning around to face the culprit.

"What do you want Rio, don't you have work to do," I fold my arms along my chest and sigh. Why is he like this for?

"Well, you looked sad, I just wanted to see if you were okay," he pouts.

I roll my eyes, "You really think that's going to work with me," I smile.

In the distance, I hear the familiar bells ring but I'm too consumed in this staring competition to be bothered about the customer. I hate losing. I'm not going to lose to Rio, that's basically me signing my death because he will NEVER stop talking about a win over me.

A deep voice chimes and I immediately freeze. Already knowing who that voice belongs to, considering It's been haunting my dreams, my heart beats faster and I slowly turn around to face him.

I'm mesmerized by him and the faint chants of 'I won! I won! Who won, bitch I won!' Are pushed at the back of my mind.

I clear my throat and he just looks at me with angered eyes. What the fuck did I do mister. "Hello, welcome to Sweet Night Café, how ma-"

"Gimme a coffee, black, hurry up," I scoff at his abrupt disrespect and for interrupting my very important- who am I kidding.

"Dick," I mumble and start to get his coffee ready. "I heard that angel," He whispers in my ear. How TF did he get behind here so fast. I shiver from his proximity and curse at him in my head this time. Today is going to be a long-ass day.

Once I'm done, I walk towards Mr. Dickhead and place his beverage in front of him. "Hope you choke and die, enjoy" I muster up a smile and soon realize everyone from earlier has escaped from this demon. Well. Good for you then. I'm stuck with this shitface peanut bag.

But I and him aren't the only ones. Six more, dark-clothed men are scattered around the café. The two from last time are also here and the one I called asshole is literally swiveling a knife in his grasp and death staring at me.

Ok. Not the scariest thing, but I can handle it. They're just men who seem intimidating. Nothing bad is going to happen.

Now watch me die.

I gulp and stare down at dickhead. He just smirks in my direction. "Where's your bo-"

"Where he was two hours ago. Where he was the last time you came. And where he always is, in his fucking office!" I explode. I'm so frustrated with these guys and I don't even know why.

It's like I've been possessed by my anger unaware and unprotected.

The alarms scream at me and my head is pushing me to run. But no movement. He looks bewildered and now full of anger.

Before the thought of even moving away came to me a glimpse of sliver passes my vision. I slightly flinch and hiss at the newly formed cut above my ear.