Orbs everywhere. Floating spheres of death. I watch from my bedroom window as they slice my dad to bits. He'd gone outside to help the stragglers get in their homes. I stare on in terror, unable to turn away. They get him right as he is about to come back in. His eyes lock onto my own as the life slowly leaves them. He doesn't scream nor does he cry. He only gives me a look that says,
"Run"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I groan as I hit dismiss on my alarm. I'd had that strange dream again. It's been reoccurring for the last month or so. I always wake up in a cold sweat when it haunts my sleep. I know that's not actually how my father died. He was hit by a speeding car. Didn't even make it to the hospital. Glancing over at my clock on the wall, I curse, it's 8:15! I've been laying down for far to long. Only twenty minutes till work!
"Shit! "
I practically fly out of bed. My clothes and shoes come on at the same time as my hair is being brushed. The hair goes into a careless ponytail. I dash to the bathroom to apply a minimal amount of makeup. The last thing i do before leaving is doing a quick one-over of myself in the full length mirror. Ice blue eyes, full of worry, stare back. My fox colored hair is tightly bound. I chose a loose rust colored shirt with a tan coat and green scarf. I wear skinny jeans and trainners. Full red lips purse beneath a small nose.
"Good enough"
I snatch my bag and am out the door with fifteen minutes to spare. Only just catching the bus, I'm completely exhausted. That was to close. Sitting there, I wonder about the dream again. It's beyond strange. Well no matter. I've more important things to worry about today. I could be getting promoted. The antique shop that i work at needs a new manager. The old one retired a little ways back. Hopefully I can pull it off. Brushing those troublesome thoughts from my mind, I step out of the bus and into the busy streets of London. Checking my watch I realize I've only got five more minutes.
"Kasai!"
Flinching, I turn and face my boss.
"Cutting it a bit close today, hm?"
Her 5"2 frame is dwarfed by my 5"7. Short hair bobbing as she jogs over, she gives me a sly smile that screams mischief.
"You ready for the interview?"
Damn, I hope so.
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HELLO READERS! THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW. I'M GOING TO TRY TO UPDATE EVERY WEEK. BUT IF I WIND UP BEING LATE, IT WON'T BE BY A LOT. LOVE YOU ALL!!
P.S. THE DOCTOR WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. BYEEEE! :)
