Note: After a long time of deciding if I wanted to actually post this or not, I had reached my decision. This is still a new process for me so please bare with me. That being said, this is a story that isn't suited for children.
The beginning of Greg Taylor's day was like any other. He woke up at 7 am, to get ready for just another normal day of his dull life. He would awake, to have his eyes see the black shine from his silk bed sheets. The feel of the comforter that laid atop him was light, and the same hue as the sheets that he had slumbered on. There was a faint chill in the air from a fan that was making a light humming noise.
Slowly he sat up.
His bedroom was a dark blue, with small amounts of red to add an accent. In the left corner from his bedroom was his desk, that had his desktop computer on it. To the left of his desk was one of his dressers. On the wall that was opposite him was his closet, which had a hanging mirror on the front of it.
The sun light shined in from the two windows that were on the wall in which he had the bedpost rested against, with two night stands on either side of his queen side bed. On the right wall was his last dresser.
He looked at the clock that was on the right nightstand. It was 7:05. Greg had rubbed the bags of his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "Damn." He had said before stumbling out of his bed. He walked over to one of the doors on the wall to the right.
He opened the door into the bathroom, which had white tile as the floor. There was a shower, which was the first thing that Greg saw in the morning, every morning. There was another door that lead to a small closet like room that held the toilet. Then there was the sink which was on the wall next to the door.
Greg walked over to shower and turned it on, and undressed and stepped in. It was time for him to start getting ready for work. He really didn't like what he did for work, being an accountant, but it wasn't really his choice. His father, who was one of the head accountants for a very big accounting firm in New York, had chosen this life for his son. His father wanted Greg to take over the firm when he retired.
After he had finished showering, he stepped out and grabbed a towel from the cabinet to his right.
With the towel around his waist he moved over to the sink, which had a mirror. He looked at himself. He had short brown hair that went down to about his shoulders. His eyes were the same shade of brown. He had some stubble on his chin. His skin had a light tan. His body wasn't that muscular, he was more skinny, and lengthy then muscular. He had some muscle, but not that much.
He walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. It was cold from the ceiling fan that he had left running.
He walked over to his dresser and grabbed some underwear and a white undershirt. He slipped those on, and threw the towel he used to dry himself into his dirty hamper. After he was done with his dresser he walked over to the closet and opened it. At the firm in which he worked, it was required for everyone to dress in their best. He grabbed a blue shirt that had a white collar, and a pair of dark blue pants. He put on the shirt first, slipping it on over the undershirt. After he had done that he moved to the pants, first with the left leg, then the right leg. Next came the coat and tie. He picked a red tie. The suit coat was the same shade of blue as the dress pants. After he had slipped on some black socks.
Looking ready for work, he looked back at the clock that was on the bed side table. It was 7:45. He was right on time. All he needed was his briefcase and his shoes and he was all set to go.
He left his room and moved into the hallway. It wasn't that big of a hallway. There was one other door, and that was the second bathroom. There were a couple of picture's hanging on the wall. One was of a family. There was a older man in a blue suit with a women in a blue dress, maybe a couple years younger then the man in the suit to his left. They were both sitting on a couple of dinning room chairs. Standing in the back towards the right was a girl, maybe 18, in a blue dress as well. To her left was a boy about 14 in some kakis and a blue sweater. The boy was Greg.
The other was of Greg holding up a swordfish with a older gentleman.
At the end of the hallway was his living room/ kitchen /dinning kitchen wasn't that small. There was a coffee maker on the counter. A stove was against the back wall. The fridge was against the left wall. Greg didn't really have a need for a kitchen, or a dinning area for that matter. He had a small table with a couple of chairs for when he had company.
His phone was on the counter, along with his wallet and his keys. He slid his wallet in his back left pocket. He placed his phone in his coat pocket, like he had always done. His keys he put in his left handed pocket
He looked into his living room. There was a brown leather couch facing a wall with a flat screen hung on it. There were two brown leather chairs on either side of the couch, facing each other. In the middle was a glass top coffee table. In one of the corners was a book shelf that had a few books on it, as well as a few movies in the shelf.
He had slipped on his shoes and grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door. He turned and locked the door to his apartment.
He walked over to the elevator and hit the call button. After a couple of moments it had arrived and he walked in and pressed the button for the lobby. It only took a couple of moments for him to arrive at the bottom of his apartment complex.
He walked out of the lobby to see the sun shining in his eyes. He started to walk to work. It was how, for the most part, he kept in shape. He walked everywhere.
He felt his phone buzzing. He took it out of his coat pocket. He saw that Rico was calling him. Rico was a good friend of Greg's. They basically grew up together. They even went to college together, and started working for the same firm together.
"Hey what's up man? I haven't hung out for a couple of weeks now." Rico had said. They would usually hang out on the weekends by going to a bar, or playing video games.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I have been busy with work and everything man." He said. That was basically his schedule for a long time now. "Work has been a bit busy with the Jamison account."
"Hey, that's alright man. Listen, this weekend, you and me are going to go get a beer, and watch the game. No if, ands or buts... Unless you meet someone." Rico had teased. Being in a relationship, Rico couldn't do anything, but that didn't mean that Greg couldn't meet someone.
"I'll hold you to that." He had said. Greg was aloud to go out and have some time with the boys. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him no.
"Alright man, well catch you at work. I send you the det's in a text." Rico said.
"Alright see you later, mate." Greg hung up the phone and continued on his way. He was about half way to work when he had arrived at his favorite little coffee shop. It was a little hole in the wall cafe that he would stop at every morning and get his usual. A medium black coffee, with two cream and four sugar. He like to think of it as his way of waking up in the morning.
The inside, for the most part was brick. There was a few small round tables in front of the counter. On the counter were two cash registers. To the left of the registers was the cappuccino machine. It was a big machine.
One one of the walls were photos of some celebrities like James Dean and Frank Sinatra Jr. There were also a couple of paintings. They were to add to the feeling of a rustic, little, family owned cafe.
Greg walked past a few of the tables towards the counter. He was meet by a girl in her older teens, about 19. She had blonde hair with brown highlights. She had a brown sweater with some blue jeans, with an apron and a green visor.
"Hello Greg." She squeaked out. "The usual?" She had asked.
"As always Courtney ." He said. He had been coming to this cafe for a couple years everyday. It was good that they knew exactly what he wants.
"Alright, that will be one second." She said. She grabbed a medium styrofoam cup, and poured some black coffee into the cup. She then grabbed the creamer and poured just enough in. After she grabbed four sugar packets and poured those in.
She walked back to the counter and wrote something on the outside of the coffee cup. She then set it down on the counter and rang up the coffee. "That'll be $4.30, pretty please." She said with a little bit of vigor.
Greg took a five dollar bill from his wallet and put it on the counter. "Keep the change." He said before heading to the door.
He had walked out of the cafe, after paying for his coffee. He looked at what she had wrote. "Call me." There was also a number scribbled as well. Courtney was nice, but she wasn't for him. He took a sip of the coffee. She had always done a good job with his coffee. He started his journey towards work, every now and then taking a sip from his coffee.
He had arrived at a intersection about a couple of blocks away from where he worked. He could see the building. The exterior was, for the most part, glass. He waited for the light to say that he could cross. He thought to himself. 'I hope today isn't just another boring day.' He thought. Being an accountant was the funnest thing he's done.
He remembered one trip that he took with his father. They went down the the caribbean to go deep sea fishing. That was when he got the sword fish picture hanging on his wall. That was one of the funner times he got to be with his family. Normally it wasn't that fun with his sister constantly pestering him.
After a couple of moments the light had displayed a figure walking, saying that it was alright to cross. Greg was about halfway through the intersection when he was hit.
A grey SUV had ran a red light. The driver was trying to calm their one and a half year old in the back seat and didn't notice that the light had turned from green to red. A couple of people had gotten out of their cars to check on both the people.
The driver of the SUV was fine, even telling the worried citizens to go and to check on the person that they had just hit. The kid in the back seat in the booster seat was crying hysterically, tears streaming down the side of his face.
The other worried citizens had rushed over to Greg. One of them put their hands on his neck to check and and see if they could find a pulse. He was surprised to find that he had a faint pulse. Another put their hand a couple inches over his nose and could feel him lightly breathing. Greg's eyes were faintly open. He had a couple of bones sticking out as well as a couple cuts on his mouth, and around his eyes. He could feel the warmth of his blood trickling down across his arms, and down his chest. He could feel a shape pain in the back of his head. His eyes closed.
One person called 911, and within minutes they had arrived on the scene, with the police in toe. The paramedics quickly put Greg's neck in a brace and put him on a stretcher. They slide him in the back of the ambulance. Turned on the lights, and in an instant they were gone.
The police were taking people's statements'. All the people who had saw the accident, even the driver of the SUV, had said that it was the drivers fault.