Being Followed

I'm back in my room *It was just a dream; it felt so real I couldn't breathe. That voice I feel like I heard that voice before*.

Lost in my thoughts, I forgot my alarm was going off, letting me know it was time for work.

''Great, another day my boss can harass me.''

I quickly uncovered and brought my legs out of bed, grabbing the wheelchair I had had for as long as I can remember.

Well, not the same wheelchair, the one I had when I was little was much smaller. So, smiling, I roll myself into the shower to get cleaned up.

I needed a shower after waking up sweaty.

I have always been independent; I didn't need any help; I learned that being different is being broken at a very young age.

I WAS DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL BABIES when I was born; my mother told me that I was born with my legs broken.

I was a very quiet baby, never cried, never did anything an average child would do.

I was also born with snow-white hair, red eyes, and pale skin. A lot of people thought I was dead or broken.

I have had my fair share of bullies growing up, but it never stopped me. I learned to pick myself up and lift myself to my chair if I had fallen.

The thing is, my dad hated me; I was the cursed child. ''what child would be born with white hair, I have brown, and my wife has brown hair".

He always yelled at the doctors about my eyes telling them to fix me, but nothing was to be done.

My mother died when I was five years old from a fire that started randomly. My dad blamed me for the fire.

I was always a curse to my father.

I was getting out of the shower and looking at the clock. ''Oh my god, I'm going to be late, and I will never hear the end of it''.

Getting dressed as fast as I could, I rushed out the door and headed to the elevator.

''Oh hey Ms. Yume, good morning.''

''Hello, good morning, Mr. Greendon; how are you this morning.''

''I'm doing well, Ms. are you off again.''

''Yes and i will be fine''

''Well, take care, Ms. Yume.''

''You to''

It's a long way to Heavenly Getaway; I'm a secretary there and help Mr. Jensen, aka my boss, with the customers.

He's not very nice and tries all the time to marry me; he says I need a man to help a disabled person out.

''Yume, I need you to check customers in now; we have been busy all morning hurry and stop slacking.''

''Yes, sir''. After an hour and a half, finally, the customers get all checked in.

''Welcome to Heavenly Getaway, where all you stress won't be lingering any longer''.

After a long day its Almost time for me to finally go home. Only about 2 hours left and I'm free. There has been this cold feeling since the whole crowd of customers.

I just ignored it thinking it was just in my head, but now it feels like someone is watching me.

''Go ahead and go home Yume its been a long day''

''Thank you Mr. Jenson in will see you tomorrow''

He gave me a big smile back, letting me know its ok. after work it takes a lot out of me I cant even move my arms let alone roll myself. *Guess I'm taking a cab tonight*

After being dropped off at my house, this cold feeling I've been having keeps getting worse. I turn to wave by to the nice cab driver.

I see it, I see something across the street just staring at me, I.... I cant move it's like the shadow figure has just locked my wheals in place.

Just as truck passes by, the shadow figure is gone and I can move again. Before my chance Is taken away I hurry up and get inside.