I stared into my friends cold and colorless eyes before a knife pierced through her stomach and she fell onto her knees, I ran over to her and began to sob ‘Why her?! Why me?!’ Her head was in my lap and her beautiful jet black hair was now dirty and damp, It was raining hard and I heard the man standing over me speak “I didn’t want to do this, You know…” He pulled out a gun and put it against my neck “You forced me to do all of this.. Who’s fault is this?”
The blood on her shirt began to spread and I put my hand on her stomach “Hold on… Hold on It’ll be okay” Her skin was so pale, what used to be caramel skin with freckles was now light blue and grey. She was so cold to the touch. I didn’t know what to do, For I thought all was lost. “Who’s Fault was all of this, Huh?!” He pushed the gun against me and it began to drive into the back of my neck. “Mine…” I muttered. “Look up at me and say it, Woman.” I looked at him. His hair was blonde, and his eyes were a lake blue colour. “It was MY fault! Okay?! Mine!” I sobbed. He looked away from me. He seemed to have felt pity. “Goodbye, Aimii.” He said. Then he cocked the gun.
BANG!
I woke up panting, I looked over at the black cylinder shaped alarm and groaned “Great...10:25 am...I’m 25 minutes late for work” I got out of bed and sighed, My brunette hair was now a Chaotic mess , And the graphic Navy blue T-shirt I wore was now all wrinkled up and my grey shorts were stuck to my legs. ‘ He’s going to fire me, I just know it’ I thought to myself as I rose out of my bed and wandered to my bathroom, I showered and brushed my teeth and hair as best as I could,and I changed into a grey jacket, a white button up, as well as some black work pants.
I went into my Living room, It was messy and small, because I lived in an apartment and recently my friend came over. The lamp next to my door was covered by my Black fur blanket, and there was a pizza box in the open kitchen, which was empty and a tad soaked from the grease off of the pizza. I then looked at my T.v which was covered in fingerprints and there was pizza sauce splattered on the screen.
I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine, which let out a rotten smell, ‘That's right, Lilah made Ramen in my coffee machine, I’m guessing she forgot to clean it.’ I took the pot out of the machine and cleaned it in the sink, I took out a coffee filter from my white wooden cabinet doors, I poured some of the coffee that Lilah brought over and put the filter in. The smell of black coffee and bitter taste filled my house as I put the coffee pot back in, and put in more water.
When the coffee was finished I grabbed it and hurried to put creamer and sugar into it. ‘Aimii this is the 4th time this month!’ I picture my boss saying, I grabbed my black leather purse and ran out of the door while running to my car, I put my purse in the passenger seat and put my coffee down next to me.
As I started the engine My blonde bubbly friend called me and I answered “Yello-” “WHERE ARE YOU LIKE OMIGOD THE BOSS IS SO MAD RIGHT NOW!!!” She screeched in my ear, I was driving at the moment and I wanted to scream at her, but I didn't “Okay, Calm down Lilah, I’m driving there now. I should be there soon” She paused before sobbing uncontrollably “He said that if you weren't here in the next 12 minutes you would be fired” My heart sunk, sure I knew I would’ve been fired, but I didn’t really expect her to cry about that I comforted her and hung up, then focused on the road.
6 minutes later I got to work, and I walked in to see a big angry man hovering over me with his arms crossed.
I sighed, knowing what was coming
(Word count: 740)
A/n: These chapters are short, after all I wrote them in class- And finished them in class, But I hope you enjoy the series, I love you, My pretty book worms 😘
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Deja Vu
Mystery / ThrillerThis is a story I've been working on for a couple months •°• °•° Still A WIP •°• °•° ''If living in the future is impossible, I beat that. I live in my nightmares.'' •°• °•°
