The Coffee Shop (suggested to be put in /r/nosleep)

I sat on the bus stop waiting for the number 7 bus to arrive. It was raining hard, which was no surprise to me; Seattle sees a lot of rain. As I sat there, cold and tired, I watched a coffee shop across the street franticly become alive as more and more customers entered. I look down the street, no bus. I figured maybe a warm cup of coffee would calm me after what just happened. I prodded across the street and opened the door. A little Christmas bell rattled above me which I found odd as to Christmas being over for quite some time now. The overhead radio, playing a song I’ve not heard since I was a child. It was Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here.” I froze in line as memories of her came to me as the song seemed to get louder. My turn in line came, the cashier, looked rather melancholy but sounded blissful. “What can I get you?” her shy voice whispered. “First day?” I asked. “Yeah…how’d you know?” It occurred to me that I didn’t know how but, that I had just simply known. “Lucky guess?” I said and smiled, “I’ll have whatever the man in front of me had.” I’ve done that ever since I was a kid. Regardless where I was, Denny’s, KFC, Sonic even. I always got something good. “Kay, that’ll be right out…” I walked over to the pick-up table and waited for whatever I got. Then something occurred to me, the man in front of me inline seemed rather…dark. Almost gave an aura of death. I looked behind me for them man, he must’ve already left. The shy girl handed me a small cup with no lid. The coffee, black, with little froth. I reached into my right pocket grasped what she gave me before I left for the bus stop. Reached in my left pocket and grabbed out some change. The girls name tag read “Gabriel”. “How much do I owe you Gabriel?” “$7.50.”, it better be worth it I thought to myself. I handed her the change, her sleeve rode up just enough to see a small tattoo of something I couldn’t quite make out on her wrist. “Thanks see you around.” I turned and grabbed for the door when I swore I heard her say something. Instead of turning back at her I just walked out the door. It was raining pretty hard still. I obviously missed the bus and I didn’t feel like waiting for another one so I just started walking to my small, run-down apartment a couple of blocks down the road. As I brought the cup to my lips I caught rancid smell. A random smell of death. I smell the coffee and the air. It just disappeared like that. I took a sip of the coffee. I tasted like water. I didn’t want to go back and give Gabriel a hard time. Given it being her first day and all. So I just kept drinking with my hand in my pocket twirling what I got from her. Then all of the sudden I start to feel sick. A couple feet more and had no choice but to vomit on the street. After recovering I sat down on the curb for a second to calm my stomach. It was weird, one or two sips of light coffee and I puke. I got up and kept walking and sipping my coffee. Then all of the sudden, an intense pain in my chest. I collapse to the cold wet concrete, and roll onto my back. Unable to move I try to scream for help. I hear footsteps, I see Gabriel’s face, expressionless and almost dead. “Gabriel! Help me I can’t move!” she just stood over me and smiled, she said “Once you’re in hell, only the devil can help you out.” Then it occurred to me that I was going to die here, on this street corner. Light turned to darkness, everything faded to black then nothing. Then a sudden burst of energy ignites throughout my body. I was sitting in the bus stop. Waiting for the number 7 bus to arrive. Just staring at the coffee shop. Lifeless but conscious.