Please Speak Slowly, My Heart's Still Learning. Teach Me Heartache, Stop This Burning.
Chapter 2
“Bill!” I’m running after him, and he doesn’t slow down. “Bill! Stop!” I screech, knowing something’s wrong, but not knowing what. Bill abruptly steps out of the shadows, a gloved hand gripping his mouth shut. Bill speaks, and the sound that comes out surprisingly isn’t muffled. “I never thought you’d let me down, Fleur,” I stare at him, wide-eyed. “I nev—” he tries to speak, but he’s gasping, and no voice comes out. The gloved hand covering his mouth releases him, and instead, grabs at my face, pulling me into a deep abyss.
“Bill!” I scream, sitting up, my eyes frantically searching for Bill. But I’m in my room, panting and sweating, my blinking cat clock the only moving thing around. I lie back down stubbornly, and let out a lazy groan. I gaze back at the blinking cat clock; it tells me work starts in half an hour. Quickly, I get up and shower. Wrapping a towel around my body, I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m short, and my wavy black hair reaches up to the small of my back. Gray eyes stare back at me, glittering. I pull on my jeans and tank top. Then I grab my coat and snuggle inside it.
The first job of the day is to check on the boys, to make sure they’re alive. I take the elevator to floors up, to the sixth floor. The elevator doors open to a wooden door, guarded by a bronze grill. I open the security box, and punch in the security number, then I place my hand on the scanner. The grill makes a sound, and opens heavily in front of me.
The living room floor is scattered with DVDs, I’m guessing the boys had a late night watching movie marathons. There’s popcorn in the bowl, and some stray pieces on the floor and the corners of the couch. A bag of chips lays open untidily, half empty.
Just outside of this mess lay Georg’s cat, Garon, and Georg’s dog, Moritz on the velvet couch; using each other’s body as pillows. Moritz cracks open a brown eye and carefully watches me watching him.
I walk to Bill’s room. I carefully place my ear on the wooden door, and I can hear Bill snoring lightly. Flashes of my dream come back to my mind, vivid images, my scream ringing in my ears. I shiver and quickly walk away.
Next, I walk to Tom’s room. I don’t want to put my ear to the door, knowing Tom might have a ‘visitor’, so I knock. A voice shouts “I’m alive!” through the door, and I smile. Tom doesn’t trust me, and he dislikes the idea of me counseling him and his friends. On days like this, when he doesn’t decide to give me a hard time doing my job, I have to celebrate with a smile.
The next room I go to is Georg’s I can hear his wife, Jacquelin giggling. I try hard not to think about what they’re doing. At least now, I know he’s alive.
I walk to Gustav’s room last, and I can hear metallica booming loudly through his door. I knock, then enter. Gustav looks up from a game he’s playing on his computer and pauses it. “Hey, Bear! How was your night?” I ask.
Gustav sighs and says “I couldn’t get much sleep. The others were having a movie marathon that ended at 4. Then I had to listen to Georg and Jacquelin…” He cringes. “I really wonder how I can hear them when there are 2 doors to block the sounds, and my room is the furthest away from his! How do Bill and Tom do it? I bet I’m the only one ready, aren’t I?”
I nod. Gustav isn’t as shy as people think he is. He was shy when we first met 3 years ago, but after counseling sessions, he’s been very friendly. “Pfft… Lazy asses.”
Smirking, I say “Well, if you’re ready, come down for breakfast!” He gets up from his chair and closes his room door and together, we walk out of the house, his arm over my shoulder.
“Bill!” I scream, sitting up, my eyes frantically searching for Bill. But I’m in my room, panting and sweating, my blinking cat clock the only moving thing around. I lie back down stubbornly, and let out a lazy groan. I gaze back at the blinking cat clock; it tells me work starts in half an hour. Quickly, I get up and shower. Wrapping a towel around my body, I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m short, and my wavy black hair reaches up to the small of my back. Gray eyes stare back at me, glittering. I pull on my jeans and tank top. Then I grab my coat and snuggle inside it.
The first job of the day is to check on the boys, to make sure they’re alive. I take the elevator to floors up, to the sixth floor. The elevator doors open to a wooden door, guarded by a bronze grill. I open the security box, and punch in the security number, then I place my hand on the scanner. The grill makes a sound, and opens heavily in front of me.
The living room floor is scattered with DVDs, I’m guessing the boys had a late night watching movie marathons. There’s popcorn in the bowl, and some stray pieces on the floor and the corners of the couch. A bag of chips lays open untidily, half empty.
Just outside of this mess lay Georg’s cat, Garon, and Georg’s dog, Moritz on the velvet couch; using each other’s body as pillows. Moritz cracks open a brown eye and carefully watches me watching him.
I walk to Bill’s room. I carefully place my ear on the wooden door, and I can hear Bill snoring lightly. Flashes of my dream come back to my mind, vivid images, my scream ringing in my ears. I shiver and quickly walk away.
Next, I walk to Tom’s room. I don’t want to put my ear to the door, knowing Tom might have a ‘visitor’, so I knock. A voice shouts “I’m alive!” through the door, and I smile. Tom doesn’t trust me, and he dislikes the idea of me counseling him and his friends. On days like this, when he doesn’t decide to give me a hard time doing my job, I have to celebrate with a smile.
The next room I go to is Georg’s I can hear his wife, Jacquelin giggling. I try hard not to think about what they’re doing. At least now, I know he’s alive.
I walk to Gustav’s room last, and I can hear metallica booming loudly through his door. I knock, then enter. Gustav looks up from a game he’s playing on his computer and pauses it. “Hey, Bear! How was your night?” I ask.
Gustav sighs and says “I couldn’t get much sleep. The others were having a movie marathon that ended at 4. Then I had to listen to Georg and Jacquelin…” He cringes. “I really wonder how I can hear them when there are 2 doors to block the sounds, and my room is the furthest away from his! How do Bill and Tom do it? I bet I’m the only one ready, aren’t I?”
I nod. Gustav isn’t as shy as people think he is. He was shy when we first met 3 years ago, but after counseling sessions, he’s been very friendly. “Pfft… Lazy asses.”
Smirking, I say “Well, if you’re ready, come down for breakfast!” He gets up from his chair and closes his room door and together, we walk out of the house, his arm over my shoulder.
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