Zion reluctantly pulled himself out of bed. His headache only worsened as his feet hit the ground. A dull throbbing behind his eyes.
He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. Squinting at the bright light of the screen he checked the time.
Twenty minutes late.
"Of course..."
He took a long sigh into his hands, dragging them down his face before forcing himself to stand.
for a moment, the sound of metal pulling apart played in his mind. He stopped for a moment, making sure he hadn't imagined it.
Silence.
"Weird-ass dream, making me hear stuff."
Zion Kept walking to the bathroom and yawned. he turned on the light in the bathroom. A shadow was behind him.
The shadow was behind him
It just stood there... staring,
Zion jumped backward, hitting his head on the wall making the pain even worse.
"What's wrong with me?"
He was sure he saw that... Thing, from his dream, but it was just his own shadow.
He stood back up and splashed water on his face, trying to shake that creeping feeling he'd had since he woke up.
Zion grabbed his phone; He needed to call his boss. He couldn't go into work like this; He wasn't even sure he was sane at the moment.
"Look man, I'm sorry I'm late...Again, But I overslept. I've been seeing and hearing things since I woke up, I really can't make it in today."
The phone was silent for a while and Zion's boss responded his voice oddly calm.
"You know what Zion I'm sick of giving you chances."
"I've had enough. Don't come in today or tomorrow or any day after that."
click.
The line went dead.
Zion just sat on his bathroom floor and looked at the ceiling for a while.
"My life fucking sucks."
He could feel his emotions well up. His eye's started to sting but like always he pushed them back down he didn't have time for a breakdown.
He just sat on his floor, not moving for a while. before deciding to call his dad.
"Hey pops, I just got fired figured I should tell you. Also, I've been seeing shit recently."
"Today's been real bad, but it's been going on for a while. I think I'm gonna go to the E.R or something."
Zion pinched the bridge of his nose and continued.
"I know you're busy but please call me back when you get a chance."
Zion ended the voice message and stayed on his bathroom floor for a while longer.
"I don't know what I'm doing man, I wish there was just something to tell me exactly what to do with myself."
Zion struggled to his feet. He brushed his teeth, showered, and got dressed without anything else happening.
He left his apartment and sat on his motorcycle. He really didn't want to talk to doctors and nurses all day. But he was probably dangerous to himself and others right now, so he just decided to deal with it.
He started the bike and took off toward the hospital.