See the world through my blue eyes

by

mastermindhunter

"What do you mean you lost the file? Company employee records don't just dissappear!" I was shouting at this point, my thunderous volume mixed with the thunder rumbling outside. My stress was making the insides of my elbows weak. It was somethig that happens with my body as time took it's toll on it. My hands were clutching the expensive glossy white phone.

"I'm so terribly sorry Mr. Masters, but the files are gone. The computer has no memory of it. It's like somebody had intentionally erased the files, which can't be done."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I was the only person in charge of the files, and I'm the only person that has the password of accessing it. If anything, it's as if someone had intentionally erased all your records of us. If they were erased, then there would be some trace of them, even in the recycling bin, but it's empty too. There must have been someone who knew the password, and erased all the files, or there's a bug in the system. Either way the files will have to be replaced or found." The employee was obviously nervous talking to the CEO of the fortune five hundred company, even though I tried to keep my cool.

"Just dig out the paper copies of the employee records, and replace the files on the computer." I looked out the window, staring at the lightning zigzag along the sky. Why couldn't this grand file employee think of something so simple?

"Ummm"

"Oh my lord, Lou. Please don't tell me the paper files are gone too." I lightly pinched the bridge of my nose, my elbows insides weaker.

"Okay the files aren't gone." He squeked out nervously. I just took a quick breath, trying not to fire my grand file employee. He might have been more annoying than Daniel at some points, but he was by far the best file employee ever.

"Please just let me enjoy my week off. I'll figure something out when I get back. You won't get in trouble. You've got all your work done other than the files, which I'll take care of when I return. Take the day off, Alright?"

"Alright! Thank you so much, Mr. Masters!"

"Don't mention it."

"I'm just really grateful tha-"

"At all. Not to a single employee."

"Yes sir." And with a quick click, he hung up. I could hear the happiness on the other side of the phone. Why did I do that? Why was I willing to give him the day off? Probably to get to those children of his. Four children are quite a hassel. I'm surprised that he gets paid enough to take care of all four of those children on his own. Two boys, and two girls. I had only met them once, and the youngest girl was a baby at the time. Oh well.

I calmed down a little bit, when my cat ,Maddie, jumped up on my lap. Her purring was soothing feeling against my leg. I stroked her white soft fur. The fur reminded me of a cat I owned when I was Daniels age. Before I was rich. She had been a present from Jack. She had soft white fur, kind of like Maddie, but her appearance was totally different. She was a little kitten, and that was how I remembered her. She had little legs. Jack said she was a munchkin cat. I remembered that she was a Scottish Fold. What a wonderful kitten she was. Her meow wasn't as much of a meow as a small squeak. I remembered when I would get off from my job at the burger joint, just to see her, and pet her all day. She would run up to me, with those tiny legs. I had bought her a cute little name tag with her name on it. "Oriana."

That was, of course, until I had to give her up. It was when I had to move to an apartment, for college, and I couldn't take her into the apartment. There was a strict no pets allowed policy. I had to give her up to a girl who worked in a library. She was very careful with animals, and I knew I could trust her. I remember holding her for the last time, before putting her in the woman's hands, her already quiet squeaking cry, getting quieter by the distance. It was for the best, considering all those horrible moments in that building. If I ever thought about her, I was glad she didn't see me on one of the most terrible nights of my life, that I spent in that building, which involved my landlord Felix. I'm glad that he never knew about her. My memories of her would have been so different in that building, even though she would have been a kitten and wouldn't understand why I was so upset. Thank heavens the story about my monster of a landlord was a more painfull, and totally different story. Hopefully she would remember me, as the teenager who played with her, and watched her attack my feet around the corner, and not let my memory go. She might have been a kitten, but she was my Scottish Fold. She might have been from Jack, but I loved her in a special part of my heart. From then on, I told myself I would not get another cat. Of course, I was wrong, since then. I promised myself I would definitley not get a Scottish Fold. That would of course be too painful. The promise was ,of course not broken.

I walked over to my secret box, to find the old collar. When the box opened up, to play it's music box song, it was almost enough to make me cry, since I often cried when the box was opened up. When I reminiced, I cried. Thank heavens, nobody was ever able to see me cry. All of the keepsakes I had in the box, made me reminece, since they were things that reminded me of all the happy things that could make all the pain go away, no matter how bad times were. Still, almost everything that that box held was from things that were long gone, so how could they make me happy anymore? Even Oriana was gone. She had been dead for a long time. I didn't have to ask the woman, to know that. I had never seen her since that day. So the music boxes song was considered a painful one in my ear. I moved a few pictures of feunerals, and some old keepsakes from old friends, till I finally stumbled across the little girls collar. Her collar smelled just like her, the letters had grown shallow in the tag's embroidery. I held it up to my mouth, thinking of her, and how I loved a kitten like her. I laid it back in the box, before a tear had gotten the chance to form. What an awful song, that box melody. I wished my mother could have picked one without a song. It's true the box had been from my mother before she passed away. I smiled, and layed my mothers box on the shelf that had so many memories, and so much emotion in it. As many things as I had pawned as a young man, how could I honestly pawn my mothers box?

"Hello, Daniel. What brings you here on my vacation, dear boy?" I felt my ghost sense go off, as soon as I closed the box. I looked at him staring out to the rain. His fourteen year old eyes stared at me with anger.

"I just wanted to see if you would fight with me. I kind of had a crappy day, and want to spend it on you. I know that you love to fight with me, and since I needed someone to fight with, who better to fight with than with the one person who will fight with me, with a smile on his face." I smirked, and pulled my emotions away from the box. If there was one thing I didn't like doing, it was mixing my happy thoughts with bad thoughts. Bad thoughts belonged here, and good thoughts belonged in my mother's box.

"Well what a coincedence." I lit up a cigarette, and looked at the boy who welcomed himself into my home. "I had a hard day too. I had a big piece of impotant information stolen from my company. It seems we all have those days, Daniel. So you want to fight do you? Well how about you tell me everything that's happened to you today, and I tell you mine? A little bit of time to share our grief with each other." I blew the smoldering toxic fumes out of my mouth. "Besides, it'll give me time to finish this cigarette up." He raised an eyebrow, and turned back to normal. It seemed different to him, and I understood why. I just felt a little worn out, and the inside of my elbows were killing me, with the moments of pain I had a few moments ago. This was just some way to stall my time, and tease the boy. It helped relieve my stress, and put a smile on my face. "Would you like some tea? Some caffine will help get your blood pumping."

"Wow, asking your archenemy to tell them about your day, and offering them a drink? You are one sereously crazed up fruitloop, and that will honestly never change." He began.

"Well if you have somehow found a way to not accept a gentleman's conversation, we can start fighting now." I shrugged. He must have thought I was kidding, but I definitly wasn't. I could use someone to talk to. Even if it was Daniel. He shook his head, and I handed him a mountain dew. Those had plenty of deadly toxins and sugar. They were definitly the worst sodas on the market. He snapped the can top open with a kachirk. He drank it watching me sip my tea. "Alright tell me about your day. You start off first, then I'll lend you some of my griefances." He swished the can of carbonated goarana around, trying to have a cyclone effect on it.

"Well it'll be a while, just so you know." He looked t me, putting the can on a table. I walked over to the can, and put a coaster underneath it. He rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

"I've got time."