"Ariella, if one of my fucking nails is even an centimeter different than the others I'm going to puke a fucking brick then smash it into every single one of your clients" I sighed as I dropped down into her seat.

My body straining uncomfortably in the suit and tie I had been forced to wear for the endless fucking meetings I had today.

Ariella nodded stiffly as she started filing my nails, finally making the knots in my shoulders, unwind.

"You know Ari, I'm so fucking tired of people. It's like a never-ending stream of dumb shit faced people, that roll into my path" I muttered leaning back into the seat, as Ariella kept her head down and concentrated on my nail beds.

She grunted.

I closed my eyes, trying to let the fucking horrible day I'd had, roll off my skin like water.

Work was a fucking migraine on steroids and people kept fucking smiling at me, making my fucking chest burn, like acid reflux.

And you would think my never ending torture of a life would end once I got to go home.

You would fucking think.

But no, I am considering throwing a match on my building and hoping Ira fucking burns with the damn place.

Talking to that woman felt like someone was scraping nails against my tongue for hours and never stopping, and then taking those nails and nailing them into my ears.

Pure torture.

But every time I thought to reach for a knife or a spoon, or a lamp, anything to kill her with, my fucking body locked up.

I physically couldn't kill her.

And she made me miss fucking Ana's adulterous ass.

Hopefully, my day gets better and I get news of Ira being in an raccoon attack.

The bell dinged above the door.

"Just park the fucking car, and if you run someone else over with my fucking Jeep, I'm going to take a hammer to your favorite fucking hand" that voice that almost sounded as annoying as Ira's cut through my mind, sending a crank of pain into the side of my neck.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Doom the blue bitch" that thick accented voice that made me physically sick to be around hissed out an true anger hidden under her words.

I turned slightly to look at the purple haired monster standing a few feet behind me.

Sasha was dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a white shirt that said 'kiss my ass' in large bold words. Her purple hair pulled up into a messy bun, and her eyes that consisted of the fires of hell burning on the side of my face.

Great if she was here, that meant her dumb little puppy wasn't far behind.

I turned back to Ariella, "Ariella, I thought you had a sign that said no dogs allowed in the store" I said as she continued to file my nails to perfection.

There was a shocked sputter of a cough as Sasha's fat ass feet stomp against the ground before she appeared right beside me, peering down at my face in confusion.

I tilted away from her with a glare, "back the fuck up" I snapped but she just continued to stare at me, "do you not understand? Woof fucking woof" I growled as her presence annoyed me.

Her eyes just narrowed in harder at me, before she slowly stood up straight, standing over me.

Silence.

"What the fuck, Doom" she muttered, no malice just pure confusion.

I turned to look up at her, not liking the confusion on her face, "what the fuck, Aleksander" I replied back at her, not liking the strange feeling overcoming my body.

She analyzed me again, "do you remember the last time we saw each other?" she asked.

"The child's party, you dipshit" I snapped back at her.

She glared down at me, "no moron, earlier that day, do you remember we ran into each other on the street?" she snapped getting more and more impatient with me.

I thought back, looking for that day, that was unfortunately hazy.

I remember running into her into the street, but ... the words of the conversation were ... almost mute in my mind.

I looked up at her in confusion, "I remember you in the street, what about it?"

"You were fucking nice to me, Doom" she snapped lowly as she looked both ways before leaning down closer to my face.

Immediate distrust.

"Fucking lies, Aleksander" I hissed up at her, "I would never" I gave her a look of disgust.

"Trust me, I know. But you were, it was past cordial, and not to mention you- you were ..." she trailed off looking more and more forlorn.

"What?" I snapped, what the fuck is happening?

"You were smiling, Blake. Normal people smiling too, creepiest fucking shit I've ever seen. I'm still having fucking nightmares" she shivered, closing her eyes slightly in pain.

My mouth dropped open.

She had to be lying.

I don't remember any of that fucking shit.

"Never" I muttered, but ... her fucking face and voice. I knew she wasn't lying, like she had actually seen me fucking do that.

And then it hit me.

Like a fucking basketball to the side of the head, I could suddenly see the whole encounter.

And it made me sick.

It was like something had cracked in my mind.

And it made me fucking itch.

I snatched my hand away from Ariella in pure shock as the events of that day ran through my mind, all over again. And the day before that, and the day before that, and the week before that.

Oh my god.

Ira had done something to me.

Fucked with my mind ... but why?

"Listen Doom, if you are all into the drugs and shit, I get it, you have a shitty little life since you left the only person crazier than you, able to love you. I get it, but whatever hard core shit you had in your system, you should probably stop. It made you nice. And I don't think anyone liked it, to be honest" she sighed as she stood over me with a slightly pained and forced concern look on her face.

I stood up and placed my hand over her face before shoving her a few feet away from me.

Her gasp of outrage was so past me, because the world was fucking spinning and I needed to go.

"Your fucking welcome, you douche bag!" she screamed after me as she followed behind me towards the door, just as her car went flooring it backwards across the nail salons parking lot, before flying back and crashing into a ditch.

Snake's wide eyes were all that could be seen through the windshield as he stared over at Sasha and I in shock.

Sasha sighed, a deep and tormented sigh, "why me?" she muttered lowly, like she was actually asking the world that question.

"Hey Doom!" Snake shouted out the window, "is Ariella free? My toe nails are hella long" he shouted from the window.

"I should have just cut his fucking toe nails myself" she hissed lowly to herself.

I turned back around to face her, something weird tinkling in my chest as I looked down at her, "Aleksander" I whisper her name lowly, her eyes snap up to me, annoyance clear in her face.

"What did I tell you about my government name-"

"Listen ... I'm not sure whats going on, but something is ... wrong. Really fucking wrong, but I think I need to figure it for myself, or else ... I don't know-" I started as I tried to convey this weird feeling in my chest to her.

She just blinked up at me, a serious face settling on her's before she nodded, "what is it?"

"I don't know whats wrong, but something is lock up in my mind- or someone. I think I was locked in there too for awhile, but now I'm out, I've just left something important back there, does that make sense?" I asked her looking at her curiously.

"Not a fucking lick, but continue" she nodded.

I rolled my eyes, "I can't explain it, but I think you know. Deep down. C-can you tell- can you make sure she's safe?" I asked her this clawing feeling reaching my throat and my mind.

I don't know where the words came from, or who they were meant for, but it was important.

Sasha snatched my hand into hers, more to hold me still than anything, "who?"

"I don't know" I sighed, irritated.

She nodded as she let my hand go slowly, "that's okay, I know who your talking about" she said as I turned around, needing to walk, to move, to get away.

"Hey!" her voice stopped me slightly as I turned my head to look back at her, "when you figure it all out, and you need an extra pair of feet to shove up someones ass, call me" she nodded, her eyes dead serious.

I just turned and walked away.