Chapter 1

The alarm goes off exactly at 06:30 AM. For some reason unknown I've been awake for the last hour just lying in my bed with nothing on my mind, yet still, I couldn't fall back asleep. I turned the alarm off before I got out of bed to get ready for another day at the office in nothing less than Wall Street. Sometimes I still can't believe I got this job and that everything is so perfect here.

It's been almost a year since I left Columbus, Ohio, since I left my parents' house, left home. I can't really say I don't miss it, but it's hard to complain when I have the job I've been dreaming about since I was a kid. I just hope my family comes to visit me soon enough. I really miss them all- Mom, dad, annoying Mallory and Jen, and also little Andy, who is growing so fast it's scary.

I got out of the front door of the building I live in with a cup of coffee in my hand. One thing I do hate about this city is the traffic. I got into my car and started driving.

When I got to the office I did not expect what is going to happen In just about three hours in this perfect place I call work. In three hours this place was more like hell to me.

I was minding my own business when I heard screaming from outside my office and a gunshot following them.

"All of you Down on the floor NOW!" The man screamed with anger. I closed my door quickly, leaning on it and breathing heavily. I didn't know what to do.

I looked to the ceiling. "Oh god, please help me here. I promise I'll donate some of my money to the poor if you get me through this." I Murmured more to myself than to god. In my head ran all the options I could think of to get the hell out of there. I could jump from the window and make a run for it. No, no. I will probably break a lag or something. I tried to call the police but they disconnected to lines I guess. Maybe I could snick behind them without noticing me. Oh come on Alex, who are you kidding?! I can always hide here for forever. I grunted. Where the hell is the police. They should have been here by now.

Before I know what I was doing, I was opening the door and running right to this guy with the mask that was empting money to a really large bag. I was ready to finish this guy. Hit him so hard on the head with a really heavy vase that was in my office. He haven't notice me yet. I run and broke the damn thing on his head. Blood started streaming down from it. the next thing I knew another guy with a mask came and grabbed my hand as I was about to punch the first one in the face.

Fuck, he was a huge guy. He pulled me to the ground in a second. I didn't have even the chance to blink. He kicked me in the stomach and I felt I'm going to throw up.

"Stay down you asshole." He said.

He sounded nerves.

"I am going to kill this guy!" the one I hit before was screaming angrily.

"Come down! We have to get out of here." The other one said and started to collect the money again.

I was moving a little, trying to get to a sitting point so I could breathe normally after the kick he gave me.

"I thought I told you to stay the fuck down." the first guy screamed and before I knew it he pulled the trigger of his gun and a really loud noise pierce my ears.

After this, I heard only silence.

I just saw some people starting to run around like crazy, some stayed on the floor or started to cry, looking for a better place to hide, but I couldn't hear them. All I could here was this ear beeping sound.

I felt dizzy.

I got up and took two steps only to collapse right back to the floor. I was lying on my back. I don't think I really understood what happened before I put my hand on my right side of the chest and felt this sharp pain. I looked at my hand. It was full of blood.

Not this guy's blood.

Mine.

To be continued…