TRIGGER WARNING! May contain swearing. A Lot of swearing! and mentions of physical abuse.
"beep beep beep beep!" "SLAM!"
Damn annoying alarm clock. My inner thoughts as I am RUDELY awakened from an oh so lovely dream. (note the sarcasm) As i get up, my back cracks wonderfully and grabs my uniform which consists of a black polo shirt and black slacks. Lemme tell ya, soooo uncomfortable.
Hopping into the shower, I end up making the water as hot as it can get. Lathering up with coffee scented body wash and lavender shampoo. To me it's the best combo ever! Showering takes about 45 minutes, give or take 5 minutes. Drying off, I was trying to remember the dream, however only bits and pieces were coming back.
"Who were those people? And why did one look so familiar but ... not at the same time?"
Getting dressed into my uniform, I hear a voice in the other room. Thinking it was my girlfriend doing more videos, I think nothing of it. Until I look in the mirror again. As soon as I noticed my eyes, I knew who it was.
"Good morning, Rose. How did you sleep, if any at all?" I think.
"Not good but not bad either. Your dreams were very interesting though. Who was that girl? And the boy? I can't put my finger on it, but she looks VERY familiar."
"I know, right? I know we have seen them before. But where? Maybe from a past life you had?"
"I'm not sure. I can't remember much from back then. Just bits and pieces."
"Hmmmmmm. Ok then. Ready to deal with the living hell that is sadly considered my job?"
"Sure sure sure. Oh! don't forget your necklace! You know you have to wear it."
"Shit!" I hastily grab it and put it on. See a few fun facts about me. As a child growing up, I developed what a lot of people call a sixth sense. Usually, that means you can just feel or "sense" that someone or something has passed on or stuck in this realm. However, my lucky ass has something a little more, well more. Others call it a gift and half the time I say that it is a damn curse! Being able to see and talk to those like that is scary. But it's not bad all the time.
For a better explanation for those of who grew up in a church like I did. I dont have the "veil" over my eyes. I never have. I can see and hear them just as well as I can a normal human. This includes what humans consider monsters, demons, and angels. Ghosts are just souls that are trapped or have chosen to stay where they are.
Anyways I am getting off topic. I told my mom about this before and I got taken to so many doctors it wasn't funny, They would just say that I have DID and a very active imagination. That all changed when I was about 15 years old. I had done something to royally piss my mom off and she grounded me. Now for me, my mother didn't do the go stay in your room typical grounding. Nooooooo. She took my books away from me. I had a particular book set that I had ADORED and she threw it in the fireplace. I had had enough (for reasons I will explain later) and told her so. She went to go full round backhand me then got a surprise.
Every picture on our living room wall had fallen onto the ground, glass shattering. The next thing you know she is as white as can be, scared. She said she looked around, stopped at the shadow behind the TV and then looked at me. All she could hear was deafening silence and then "Don't you EVER touch her again."
After that, she stopped. We had a native healing class and I was not allowed to participate in some of the exercises after a few lessons. During our "final", the teacher, who was a shaman i think is what they call her, went to my mom and explained why.
"She doesn't have another personality. She is not possessed. She has someone who is watching over her because you have not and aren't. This being is bound to her until the day she goes to the afterlife. Be warned." Then she looks at me and gives a nod of the head as if she was slightly bowing, mumbling something along the lines of "fated one". It confused me to no end.
My mother was so confused at the time. Until I reminded her of what had happened months prior. Recognition flashed through her eyes. Then she explained how my eyes changed colors during then and at certain times.
"It is not she that was looking or speaking to you. It was the other." The shaman had said.
So yea, I have lived with her or her with me since the day I was born. She is like my second mom and my best friend. The necklace that I or we wear acts like a buffer so I am not overwhelmed by what is seen and heard. It's like putting sunglasses and headphones on.
"Don't forget your coffee creamer either or your water bottle."
Grabbing those and the car keys, I kiss my girlfriend goodbye and walk out the door. Walking down the three flights of stairs, and getting into the car, I make sure that I have everything. Putting what happened out of my mind, I start the car and reverse out of the parking spot and head to work.
Getting to the hotel, I can already feel the dread of what the day is going to bring. I will tell you. I love my job. I really do! It's just that some of the residents that stay there long term and some of the people that work there are just uuuuuugh! For legal reasons, we are not going to say what the name of the hotel is. Instead, we are going to call it the Red Rat (all rights reserved to Robert Lewis Stevenson!) So anyways. Parking into a spot that was deemed appropriate, locking the car, and trudging my way through the doors, I can already see from first glance that it was going to be a busy day and that NOTHING got done the night prior. Or at least within the last few hours.
Walking around and past the front desk, into the back area, I put my things in the locker assigned to me, and clocked in. I looked around and saw that at least the laundry room was not as bad of a mess as I thought it was. But it was still pretty bad. Thank the gods, that I had four housekeepers that day so I could have one assigned to do laundry! Heading back to the front area, I dump out the old burnt coffee and make three fresh new pots. We were a full house, so that coffee would not last very long. Wiping up spills from sugars and creamers, I tidy up the coffee area and make it look presentable.
"What in the world did the night attendant DO last night? Just the reports and a little laundry? WTF..."
"I don't know. But at least we have SOME help today."
"True. True. Wanna put the music on?" She asks. I nod my head yes as I turn to the TV and bluetooth my phone's YouTube app to the app on the tv. Putting on an acceptable playlist, I turn to find the night attendant finishing up her paperwork so it can be given to me to scan in to the manager. After she is done and lets me know what was done and what happened the night before, she leaves to go home. After about a few hours, things go to god knows where. Housekeepers yelling and complaining. The manager is beyond upset and pissed because of what other employees have said and done or not done. And then, the worst part,
"Sam! "
"Yes ma'am! Coming!" Going into the office, which is right around the corner of the wall by the lockers, she sees that the manager is red in the face.
"Why is this not done? Why is that not done? Don't you know how to do your job?! I am so tired of you not doing your job! You just do whatever you want and fuck the rules and standards!" She yells and doesn't even give me a chance to ask what or why.
As my boss continues to yell and rant, I realize that very few things actually are about me. As I try to tell her that, she gets even worse, throwing things down on the desk, scaring me. "Alright, that's enough, I hear. I then get pushed into the back of my consciousness. Rose takes over per se.
"I don't like seeing you cry. You know as well as I do, that as soon as HE sees you cry it will make it even worse." Nodding my head, not really quite understanding who she was referring to, I stand there and watch through my eyes what is going on.
"I am sorry that the other employees are not doing their jobs properly, I have not had time to get everything caught up yet. Gimme like an hour or two and I will have everything done. Go outside, have a cigarette, and drink your coffee. After that, THEN you can talk to me." Walking out the office door, my boss looks surprised and then does so and calms down.
Coming back in, she apologizes and says that she knows that what the others do is not my fault. She just needed to rant and I just happened to always be the one that gets caught into it. Going back into her office, we turn around and fix all the reports and start cleaning.
Eight hours later, the next shift comes in and we book it out of there. On the way home, I stop at my favorite liquor store and grab two cases of all my fav things to make a drink. I was wanting to come up with a drink that was sweet but creeps up on you. And no it was not two cases of each either. Just two cases total. After paying and getting home, my girlfriend has a call going on Instagram with two of her friends. Not thinking anything of it, I start dinner and proceed to make my drink. After mixing and tasting it, I look at it and realize it's similar to what one of my favorite story character's potions look like!
'It does look like his potions doesn't it?'
Nodding my head, I say, "I am going to call it the 'Jekyll and Hyde'".
After cleaning up and finishing cooking, I tell my girlfriend and then open my laptop. Scrolling through TikTok, I watch several videos until I see a few cosplayers that do Jekyll and Hyde scenes. Some of them were actually pretty funny. Seeing the follow button, I follow both accounts of the two people and continue watching. After a bit I noticed how late it was getting and went to clean up the kitchen and get things ready for tomorrow. After talking to my girlfriend for a bit, we head to bed and get under the covers. After putting on the ocean/rain storm sounds, we say goodnight.
"Tomorrow will be better. I promise. Don't think about it too much but don't bottle it up either."
"I know. But I'd rather be the one to deal with it all then let others suffer. You know this better than anyone. I am afraid of letting other people in , Rose. Everyone always leaves eventually. Family and friends. But hey, at least you're here." I sleepily respond back. Falling asleep, hoping that one day, things would be different.