Maybe

This Isn't the first chapter

It was late at night, or early in the morning. Beeler couldn't tell. He had been losing sleep lately, he didn't know why. Most nights he would go for a late night snack run or a quiet drive-- well, not actually quiet. He would scream the song lyrics out along with the songs.

"I guess I'll get a snack, maybe that will help my insomnia..." he huffed, stumbling out of bed. The sheets caught in the sheet and he fell to the floor. FLOMP. "Uhhh, that will be a bruise later..."

He walked to the kitchen and opened the pantry. There's nothing worth eating. "I guess I could eat plastic baggies, but that might kill me..." he walked over to the cabinets that held nothing yummy.

"Well, I suppose I could go for a drive, yep a drive." He decided. Beeler walked through the door way that led to the hallway to the front door. On the way he passed the couch that luckily had a long sleeve shirt waiting for him. He then left his apartment and walked down the hallway. The elevator was waiting at the end of the hallway.

This elevator held bad memories for Beeler. He once was stuck in there for three hours before someone found him, another time he was followed and beaten up in there by some of the football kids at school; the reason they beat him up was stupid. He knows it is weird and cruel to beat up people but if there was a decent reason it could be classified as the greater good right?

The reason he was beat up was for helping a girl cheat on her boyfriend. She had gotten mad at her boyfriend for cheating on her so she pushed Beeler against a wall and kissed him in front of her cheating boyfriend. Of course the football player got pissed and followed Beeler to beat him up. Uncalled for!

Considering the elevator problems he usually took the stairs, even though they always smelled like feet or a dead fish. Or on special accusations, they might smell like sweat.

He descended the stairs and headed out the lobby. He walked next door to the neighboring lot where it held the parking lot. His car was always parked under one of the streetlights cause he is a safe human being.

"You can't get to being an old person if you always live life on the edge at every single moment of your life," he joked getting into the drivers seat. He locked the doors and started the car. It was station wagon that was passed down from his uncle Gary.

He pulled out of the parking lot and down the road, where he had to stop at the closest red light to the building. Pasting the time he scanned his car and saw that he needed gas. So instead of going to Walmart to grab some snacks, he headed to the nearest gas station.

Driving into the parking lot he saw a grey car pull out and head down the road that led to the woods. "Who would go to the woods this late at night? Then again they could be going home..." he questioned the choice of the car, parking his car next to pump 6.

He filled up his car and then walked into the convince store that was connected to the gas station.

This late at night the convince stores always held the vibe of an alternate reality that the only real things are the chips on the top self and the paper clip in your pocket. Yet this time the convince store held an eerie vibe were something bad was going to happen. Boy was that correct!

Entering the store he crossed paths with a young, familiar girl. She looked around fourteen or fifteen. She had long blonde hair, and was wearing a black jacket with skinny jeans and converse. She didn't look in the best mood and was clearly scared of something considering she kept her eyes on the door. The only time she didn't look at the door was when she looked out the window.

He walked straight to the back of the convince store, looking at chips, when the girl grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the floor, behind a rack of Cheetos. "What are you doing?!" He screeched, and she slapped him. "Shut up!" She hissed.