WHAT ARE YOU?

Waking up from the frightening noise of an alarm is a really hectic way to start a life every morning. Migraine was a sort of cyclone that seemed to be fast hitting making my head feel like a ticking bomb waiting to explode. Consistent nightmares on daily basis were not helping matters either. I yawned tiredly after putting a stop to the alarm on the desk next to my bed. It was another bad day. There are hardly any good days anyway since my nightmares pretty much appear every night. So it's become normal to have a shitty temper everyday. I got up the bed grudgingly and threw a glance at the clock. I sighed, mentally noting that I had just an hour to get to my workplace as I walked out of the room and made for the kitchen. 'Another nightmare today?', Cassey, my best friend asked with a lot of concern laced in her voice as she dried her hands with a napkin. I could tell she had just done the dishes from the night before. 'Hnm...it's been regular lately', I sighed, picking up a glass and filling with water. 'I am sorry I wasn't here to help you last night', she apologised, sighing. I gulped down the water, gathered my breath again and responded, 'It's okay, Cassey. You have a life too and I can't take that from you. You have done enough for me' I moved to her, gave her shoulders a slight squeeze and reassured her with a smile before leaving the kitchen for my room again. She was on a date with her boyfriend and apparently stayed the night at his house. I was too busy catching up on lost sleep early this morning to have heard her crawl into the house. I took my bath, slipped on my under wears and rummaged through my closet. I picked up a black trouser, a long sleeved off shouldered blue top and slipped on a pair of leather sandals. I scanned the inside of my small black leather bag and decided I had everything I needed in it. Taking a last look at the mirror, I slipped on my wig and made a quick arrangement. Satisfied with how I looked, I left the room. 'See you later, Cassey', I shouted out to her as I left the house. 'You too sweetheart', she responded. As soon as I got out of the house, I made for my car and drove out of the compound. *** As if my throbbing headache wasn't enough ruckus for the morning, I managed to 'almost' (- note that - )hit with another lost asshole who was roaming the road mindlessly. I flicked my phone on and figured I had 10 more minutes to not get a query letter. I sighed angrily and dashed out of my car to give the guy, man or whatever he was, a daunting piece of my mind. But it appeared I wasn't the only one with a night on the wrong side of the bed and not the only one hauled in the world of a 'bad day'. 'Were you planning to run me over, fool?',he growled as he ran his hand over his shirt and jean to dust off the dirt he had on from his fall. Apparently, the shock from the screeching of my tyres and the sudden jolt from whatever he had heavy on his mind was enough to have his back to the ground. It was a good thing there were hardly any vehicles on the road at that time or the case could have been fatal. Disgustingly, I looked at the growling nincompoop who hardly had any right to run his mouth in the situation we were in. If he wasn't so grumpy and unruly, I would have lent him the word 'handsome' till I got a chance to arrive at my work place. I could picture the distasteful face my boss would offer to me once I got to work pretty late. 'Is it my fault you were so blind you could not see or hear me approach?', I shot back at him with a glare that could send him six feet under. He opened his mouth to speak but I wasn't finished. 'Have you ever thought of the reason why traffic lights were placed on this road? You walk on a busy road so carelessly and dare to even give so much attitude?', I blurted out in anger. He tried to speak again but yet again, I wasn't done. 'If you wanted to die so badly, then you would have at least thought of not getting another in your miserable trouble. Don't b***h about running you over since I have too many other things to take care of than running your sorry ass over', I screamed at him sending him a devil's glare amidst the honks from the cars of other road users. We were causing a traffic but I didn't care less. I could swear I saw his brown eyes turn dark as he approached me dangerously. I wanted to shrink as he got into my personal space with his intimidating height but of course I wasn't about to chicken out. I had to show him what I stood for too. I braced my self mentally for whatever the heck he had to say. People were shouting and hauling insults at us, asking us to get off the road but I was too busy getting mad to care. We were standing just in front of my car and he stared deep into my eyes daringly. 'I swear to God if you weren't a woman, I would punch your pretty face but I of course would be such a bastard to do that', he roared in my face. I blushed when he called me pretty and hated my stupid cheeks for having to blush during such a tense situation. I could only hope he hadn't noticed but I could tell he was too mad to see any flash of pink on my face. People were starting to gather round us to finish off the fight, so he started to back off from me. 'Stay clear of me b***h or you wouldn't love your life one bit', he threatened as he jogged off the road and strolled into one of the streets. I scoffed angrily and made for my car. I started it and sent the accelerator to hell. I arrived at my workplace exactly five minutes after work resumption and just as I predicted, my boss was carefully waiting at the entrance to hand me a letter with a really mean glare. I hoped it wasn't be the last letter I was going to be handed. I swallowed nervously and tried to get past him into the building but of course he wasn't letting me in and then, it dawned on me. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead as I kept staring at the white envelope I had in my hand and glanced at my boss who was urging me with his eyes to take a peek at it. But of course, what use would that be? He would just have the grace of laughing in my face and that I wasn't about to give to him. I turned my back and made for my car again without sparing him another glance. Such shitty bad day and all thanks to the bastard whom I almost ran over. I hissed profusely and sped out of the compound, heading straight home. I threw a glance at the envelop lying on the seat next to mine and hissed again. Gripping hard on the poor wheel and swallowing really hard, I pressed hard on the accelerator. I really was not ready to see what was in the letter. Call me a coward, I really do not care. Anyways, what's there to check? I am pretty sure it's a 'forced resignation letter'. Why make the words pretty anyway? It was a sack letter! A damn sack letter! I couldn't even get any pay, it was the first day of the month. So there is nothing to look up to there. I stepped hard on the brakes as I almost collided with another vehicle who was trying to get on the road from a street. I could hear the screeching of my tyres and suddenly I swerved to the left, coming face to face with a trailer. A deafening scream filled the car which it sounded so much like mine. I could hardly feel my self anymore but the vehicle seemed to still have a lot of control. Adrenaline surged through my system and instinctively, I felt my feet press hard against the accelerator and the last thing I heard was the ghastly hit of my car on whatever it was. I felt the car upturn and something was sticking in my chest...It was so painful, so painful. The envelope was now in my hands and I could see prints of blood stains on it. I must have held on to it during the accident. My vision was starting to blur and my hearing, impaired. I saw a thing that resembled a pair of feet appear and gradually...my consciousness gave me away. It was a day that made forever... Henis