Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Sammy,” I scream as I grab hold of her shoulders and give her a shake. “Wake up. You need to wake up,” I demand.
The strangers try to pull me away but I don’t dare let go.
The sirens are getting closer. “Hold on just a little while longer,” I beg. “The ambulance will be here soon.”
Her eyes begin to flutter and a moment of relief takes over before it quickly fades away. Those big blue eyes look up at me in pain before the life begins to fade away. “No, Sammy. Don’t go. I need you,” I tell her. “Hold on.”
I look up as the ambulance comes shooting down the road. Just a little while longer. Hold in there, Sammy. Help is on its way.
My eyes roam over Sammy face as her eyes begin to shut. “No, no, no, no,” I cry.
Those blue eyes disappear behind her eyelids as her head lolls to the side.
I scream out for my sister as the ambulance comes to a stop but it’s too late.
She’s gone.
I wake with a gasp and sit up in bed, covered in sweat.
Holy shit. Today is not the day to be dreaming about my dead family.
I drag myself out of bed and trudge into the bathroom. I lean into the sink and splash water on my face before looking up in the mirror. Just great. My first day on the job and I look like a train wreck. Perfect.
My eyes are bloodshot, probably from the rough sleep and my blonde hair looks like a hot mess. I grab my phone and check the time. 6.03 am. Hmm… I don’t need to be at work until nine, so I could try sleeping for another hour or I could try and make myself somewhat presentable for my first day.
Besides, I’m honestly a little frightened to fall asleep so quickly after having that dream again, as I know for a fact that the second I close my eyes, I’ll be watching the replay of the life draining out of my little sister’s eyes.
I give myself a long hot shower and decide a shampoo and condition is well needed today, especially after the night I had, a little pampering is well deserved. I go through the ritual of shaving my legs and scrubbing my body until it’s in pristine condition. After all, I want to make a good first impression today.
I get out of the shower and check the time. Geez, I still have ages. I wrap my towel around my body and decide I may as well continue on with the self-pampering. I moisturise my skin, pluck my eyebrows and put on a little makeup before blow-drying my hair.
I make my way into my lounge room and head over to my birdcage. I take off the blanket, letting my little Louie know it's morning time. "Morning, Louie," I say in a happy, sing-song voice.
“Fucker,” he replies in his little parrot, bird voice.
I groan as I look at the little guy. “Stop swearing at me, you little bastard.”
“Little bastard, little bastard,” he says before repeating it a million times.
Just great. Out of all the words this bird can say, curse words seem to be his favourite. Though, the gangster rap that my neighbour insists on playing all day comes in a close second.
I start unlocking his cage so he can have a little freedom until I need to leave. “You know, if you weren’t such a jerk, I’d get you a girlfriend,” I tell him.
Another hour later, there is literally nothing else I can possibly do to waste time. I get dressed and flop down into my couch with my kindle. I re-read the same page at least five times before I decide it’s pointless. My nerves have got the best of me and I simply can’t concentrate anymore.
Today is going to be massive. I still have to pinch myself to believe it’s true.
After years of working and struggling my way through college, studying to become a sport physiotherapist, I am finally there. A month ago, a notice for a junior physiotherapist position was going for the Denver Thunder which just happens to be one of the top teams in the NHL, if not the best, so naturally, I applied. Though what I didn't expect was that out of what must have been hundreds of applications, they'd choose me to fill the position.
It’s a dream come true and to be honest, it’s absolutely terrifying. It’s the chance of a lifetime and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I screw it up. Not to mention, this position comes with a nice pay-check, not as nice as what the senior therapist would be earning but it’s sure going to go a long way in helping paying off my mountain of debt.
Glancing at the time, I’m relieved it’s finally time to get going. I get Louie back in his cage and head for the door. “Bye, Jerk,” I call behind me.