I'm A Myth -- On hold

Chapter Three

  Emma moaned as she came to. Her alarm blaring in the background.

  What the hell?! I didn't set an alarm. I never do on the weekends.

  Her head still pounding, though not as violently as the night before, she sat up rubbing her eyes, looking over at her alarm clock.

  MON 6:45 AM.

  MONDAY??

She stared at the clock in disbelief. Getting up, stumbling across the floor, she grabbed her cell off the counter.

  MON 6:46 AM

How the hell had she slept almost three days?? Her strange dream came to mind. But she shook her head, banishing the thoughts of it.

  I've got to get ready for work.

  She walked over to the sink, turning it on and splashing water in her face. But the water felt weird on her, tingly, almost electrifying. She quickly dried her skin, but she could still almost feel the water as it ran from the faucet. As if it was alive, and calling to her.

  She shook her head. Don't be insane. Let's go, your gonna be late.

  She turned the sink off, but just as she was about to turn away she saw something in the drain, something green. She looked closer, there it was, a vine curling up from the drain. She stared at it for a minute, before giving up trying to figure out her morning.

Just get dressed and go.

  Finally she got into her diner uniform. Grabbing her cell, sticking it in her pocket, she headed out the door.

  She opened the door, stepped out. And almost fell to the ground. She grabbed her temples.  Everything was blaring, to much input. The sun was too bright, she could feel everything around her, the trees, the grass, the birds in the trees, the breeze on her skin, as if it was a part of her.

  She moaned, her headache ramping up. It's all in your head, just go get to work. It didn't occur to her to call in a sick day. The day had  become so strange, that going to work had become a goal stuck in her mind. As if when she got there everything would fix its self, and that act of normality would cause her day to fall back into place.

  She clenched her fists, tucking her head to her chest and stomping across the yard.

  She got to her scooter, looking up for a second as she got on it and saw something else out of place.

  Parked in front of Ms. Eldridge's house were three cars.

  Ms. Eldridge never had company

  The older lady had spoken of two sons she had from a long ago broken marriage. But the sons hadn't visited in years she had said, and as far as Emma knew that was the only family she had.

  Maybe they had finally decided to treat their mother as sons should, and get their heads out of their buts and visit her. She thought angrily.

  She revved up her scooter, heading towards her work and hopefully normality.