angels of hell

I'm hoping this would be a typical Monday but god was I wrong. I am a 24 yr old journalist at a not-so-famous writing company. They just got started up four years ago and everything is just flooding in. and with everything going on it feels like im at the nut house. Got to work and did my morning routine. Went in and said good morning to frank our security officer for the morning shift. He is a great guy who has two kids and his wife is a full-time rn nurse over at the hospital two blocks away. She is also a fourth month pregnant and my best friend.

And as today goes we have our daily morning coffee and at times donuts or muffins some bring in. but that's when I saw him. Never have I seen him before today. I stepped into the elevator and he gave me a casual side-eyed smile. It was the awkward conversation I think we both were avoiding til the elevator stopped. Now I have a few fears and the following including heights, snakes, spiders, sharks, dolphins(it's a long story from shark week), and clowns. But being stuck in an elevator, that's my top ten fear. It causes my anxiety to follow up to my fears and causes me to have- at times panic attacks.

It was like he could tell that my anxiety was rising in the coming seconds when he said, " My name is Skylar. It's my first day, and I'm going to be late." He let out this light chuckle, and it for some reason immediately calmed my nerves. I said, " Liberty. Been working here for a year and a half now and out of my entire time working here this has never happened."

Skylar replied, " This will be all over soon trust me. We could talk to pass the time. I can tell you are fidgeting. Anxiety?" I nodded slowly my knees crumbling to the ground as I felt my heart increase. He sat on the floor across from me and said, " Are you a writer or editor?" I replied, " Editor. What about you?" " Both. But I needed an extra job and the place was hiring." I gave a half smile and asked, "I'm sorry if I look like im dead. I try to get sleep but insomnia is my demon."

He replied, "I'm sorry. Sometimes our demons are what makes us normal." I laughed, "I wish that was true. I dont sleep, my mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." He asked a question, " You are afraid of your dreams?" I let my head rest back on the wall and said the hurtful truth, and for a second I could have sworn his eyes flashed an angelic blue. " Yes."