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It was a bright room, the walls a bright white probably to make it seem cheery, a family gathered. Each head was bowed over what seemed to be a bed. In the background there was a beeping noise, but what was it? There was a girl, she seemed to be around ten years old, she was curled up in a nearby chair, tears streaming down her face. The beeping sped up, every head in the room snapped up to face the little machine that seemed to be the culprit. They then looked back down, one of them shifted, the movement revealing a woman around thirty years of age, her breathing shallow, she turned her head as she coughed, when she turned back there was blood staining the white linen...
The sound of an alarm clock made the sight disappear and a woman shot straight up in her bed, she was panting, trying to catch her breath.
"J-just a...." she trailed off and kept trying to breathe normal, "Just a dream...".
Her dark brown hair fell in her face, the silky curls bouncing slightly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She hunched over and rubbed her hands down her face before slowly turning the pest of an alarm clock off, next to it lay a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on top. She quickly snatched them and pulled a cigarette out and lit it before standing and wandering into the bathroom. She had to work, the thought made a sigh escape her lips. After the cigarette was finished she grabbed some clothes and hopped in the shower. When that was taken care of she dressed and left her bedroom only to get some breakfast and hurry out, her purse slung over her shoulder.
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After she got in her car she sped away from her little suburban home, of course traffic was a nightmare and she groaned sitting back in her seat, she honked a few times because of the dumbass in front of her, honestly why must people be so annoying and ignorant? The thought made her sigh and drum her fingers on the steering wheel. Finally the traffic eased and she made it to the ten story bank in which she worked.
As she entered her secretary caught her attention, "Mrs. Owens?"
she turned to the pasty skinned rail of a woman who served as her personal slave, "Yes Ginger?" she frowned as the woman handed her a stack of files,
"You have quite the pile of loan applications" she sighed,
"That's what I figured" she muttered then stalked off into her office, throwing the files on the desk, and plopping down in her chair. She swiveled it around to look out of the window, she sighed looking down at the people walking in the downtown area, of course her office was on the fifth floor, halfway up the freaking building when she was horribly afraid of heights.
As she looked out of the window, somewhat afraid of the view in front of her, she couldn't help but detect a hint of smoke and flame in a building a few streets over. She frowned, that was exactly where her favorite coffee shop was. Then she heard the sirens and groaned, what if it was her favorite coffee shop? Her best friend owned it, that would be horrible.
((writers block... that's all I got for now... ))
 SkitzTasticTashie · Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 10:58pm · 0 Comments |
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