User:HeyMoose

The clock on the wall ticked over and over, its annoying beat distracting me from the work I had in front of me. The paper work lined in black and white print staring back at me, the big red stamp on the upper corners of each page reading rejected, over and over and over, it made me sick to my stomach just to know I had to break the news to the ones who had worked so hard to meet their deadlines. I murmur a few unintelligible curses under my breath, pushing back my wheelie chair slamming it against the wall in frustration. The ticking matched against the silence was going to drive me insane. I had lost all reasoning as I marched up to the nuisance. I rip the ticking object off the wall, and slam it against my desk, the batteries falling out lazily. I hear a grunt from outside my office and the rolling sound of water bucket on tile. I turn back to my computer screen, looking in the top right hand corner read 11:37 p.m. “Great.” I say sarcastically, I hadn’t realized the janitors would be at my floor by this hour. Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath that had a strange taste of dust and disdain. I walk back to my desk and close my computers lid carefully, taking a few more calming breaths before shoving the laptop into my briefcase, and scuttling out the door. Maybe the cleaner didn’t hear my hissy-fit, and I could sneak away unnoticed, avoiding embarrassment. I barely make it out my door when I notice a figure standing, staring directly at me. “Hey there.” A shiver runs down my spine at the others voice. I turn to face the other slowly, cocking a brow and hoisting my bag up to my shoulder. “Goodnight, have a safe drive.” The voice, recognized as a man, seems cold almost with no emotion, save that, for the spite that hinted around its edges. “Ah goodnight to you too, I will.” I wave my free and in the air in a relaxed manner, my wrist stinging in pain from typing all day. “Keep your eyes on the road.” The other commented, as if he was addressing a drunk house guest and his ride home. I paused, considering answering him with some snarky reply, but before I could the sound of water bucket wheels was fading as they rolled into the next office. Having disregarded the strange feeling the other gave off as a lack of sleep, I hurry down to the elevator, clicking the button repeatedly, my nail on the plastic making a sound almost like a bug getting its exoskeleton crushed over and over. The silver doors slide open casually, the blue carpet revealing itself from behind the reflective doors. The fabric freshly cleaned, has a lemon smell to it that could make one puke. The dirt and debris from years of use never failing to survive the scrubbing. I stand back and watch as the numbers flash on and off in a slow manner. Glancing at the surrounding mirrors, I fix my hair with my free hand noticing a rather ugly blemish on the side of my nose. “Ewe...” Sticking out my tongue to express my distress I turn back to the doors, the sound of them opening reminding me about my goal to go home. Getting back on track I look towards the sliding glass to freedom, the thought of dinner and bed brought an unexpected spring to my step. Making it outside to the fresh air brought relief. The little light from the office building illuminating the pavement before me, I struggle to grab my keys from my pocket, fiddling with the car door, when I finally swung it open. Pushing a plastic grocery bag, and a cup of chilled coffee from McDonalds out of my way, I try to accommodate room for my butt to be placed in. Climbing into my car, I sigh buckling the seat belt and slowly pulling out of the parking lot. It had been a long day at work, and I was tired of all the stress. Paper work had piled up from my week of illness, so I had to stay in late. I remembered the look in my bosses eyes when he confronted me about my work, mouth covered and all, like he was afraid of catching my cold or perhaps my stupidity. My co-workers had all just given me pity filled looks, and quick nods of the head to show their support. Leaning back in my plush car seat, the street lamps whizz by almost like apparitions. I try to focus my mind on other things, like what I would make for dinner. Or, more, what to get on my pizza when I order it from the 24 hour pizza parlor in my town. Chuckling off the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach I decide to turn on the radio. Leaving it on the first station that comes up, I listen to the quiet sound of ivory key playing out a beautiful tune. Humming along with it, I ignore the feeling of being watched, keeping my eyes trained in front of me, every now and then glancing in the rear seat mirror, just in case. Holding my breath, I try to suffocate the butterflies that buzzed around frantically in my stomach, I wait. Staring in the mirror, I just.... Wait. Finally assured that my fears where of no use, I turn my eyes back on the road, noticing that no cars where to be seen on the street ahead. Furrowing my brows in confusion I glance out the side mirror to see a lone red car positively glowing in the artificial light from the lamps that loomed overhead. To my left however, there is nothing to speak of. Even the plastic bags littered along the yellow line weren’t swaying in the breeze, that was obviously shown by the leaves that where shaking on the trees that lined along side the pavement. “Creepy.” I comment out loud, my tone like a flat line. I return my attention to my driving only to notice the red car has long sense passed or turned off onto an exit. More shivers sent down my spine much like the one back in the office building, I decide to distract myself by recounting how many files I had to finish by next week, I had plenty to think about. Tapping my finger against the leather lined wheel I tried to focus on work and music. I could’ve just turned the music up, but for some reason I couldn’t bring my self to do it. I didn’t know if it was because I was frightened to let go, or just plain lazy. At this point I was considering turning around and returning to the office, seeing that only five minutes in the car had proven harder for me than hours of being a desk jockey. Gritting my teeth to put off how scared I felt, I ignore the fact that I am now, completely alone on the street. My blue scrap metal car the only vehicle to speak of. I grip the wheel tightly, the feeling of sweat forming on my palms becoming apparent. My eyes dart around the area in front of my car anxiously. I can’t decide if what I’m listening to is a beautiful melody or a satanic chant. I considered rummaging around in my purse to call Jean, my close friend and perhaps some what of a vent that I could use to clear all the clouded air that occupied my car. Finally gathering the courage to reach out and touch the pink bag, jiggle it around  until almost every item once in there was on the passenger side seat. For a split second I return to normal, like nothing was bothering me, and take my eyes off of the road to grab my

WEEG news! Tuesday June 21, ground breaking developments in the recent death of Maeko. The young woman’s last name has not been released, however some shocking thing have been. As many of you have been told, the young driver had been heading home from what we believe was work when her car tipped over suddenly. Medical examiners confirm the death was instant. What is so surprising to this story, is that they found a note at the crash, it reads, "Keep your eyes on the road." More updates as the story continues....