Death isnt the worst thing possible
My heart racing, pounding out of my heart. My short breaths.
Crap, dead end.
On normal days I would love to stop here on my way after work, glancing at the graffiti on the red brick wall. Trying to see what the letters are making out, being marveled by the sharp edge of the wall becoming amazed of the color choice of the graffiti artist and of how they formed the words together. Also, looking at the texture of the surroundings.
Today, is not that day.
The green skull man at the bar called himself Eddoe, after he had introduced himself he got a bit handsy, which had been my cue to get out. At that exact moment, is when the man had been following me. When I noticed, I started to jog, which had been the exact thing that he had done also. Jogging turned into pacing which had then turned to full out running, this had been going on for about half an hour.
And, there he stood panting, not as heavily as me but it turned as though he was tired. He had a scar on his forehead which would have reminded me of harry potter if I was still not trembling. His dark bloodshot brown eyes were locked on mine. His black v-neck with a green skull had been stained with whiskey which would explain his bloodshot eyes. The tattoo that had stood out the most out of the many on his body would be the Chinese dragon on his arm which led to under his t-shirt. His arms look like as if they could choke me to death which was more then one reason to be afraid and be trembling with fear.
The green skull man brought up his 45′ between my eyes about 10 ft away from me with about 3 men behind him blocking any possible way out. Unless I happened to be the Flash there was no way out unless I gave them what he wanted so I could go back to my loving boyfriend, Jake.
Then he opened his mouth wreaked with scent of alcohol and informed me with a sly smirk on his face “Hey, pretty boy you don’t remember me? Sad. I thought I didn’t have to properly introduce myself to you. You have grown into such a nice grown man, and you found yourself a nice young lad too. Way nicer then your daddy ever did.”
I remember.
My eyes went wide. The green skull man was the drug dealer to dad, dad never paid enough and because of that the man, Eddoe said that he can’t leave the city unless he paid. Dad would always snort cannabis or weed and that man would always give it to him. Dad was an abusive father and an abusive husband. When I turned 17 I left without a doubt, never looking back. Moved to a different state, changed my name, went to college and found out that I was inside of the closet. That man would lovingly watch dad smack and rape mom until she passed away. He witnessed the death of her too and I am pretty sure he is also going to witness mine.
“I-I remember, y-yo-,” I chocked out before a shriek cut it off.
“LET HIM GO YOU BASTARDS, IF YOU DO IT I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT OUT AND RIP YOUR LUNGS APART,” cried Jake. Why had Jake been here? Where is he? What exactly was “it?” So many questions such little bravery to ask it
Eddoe then raised his gun and before I could say anything he instantly cut my thought off by saying, “why is he even here? I thought I told you to take care of him! Why must I do everything myself. What a shame he has to die, he seemed like a real nice lad. However, he knows too much too live.”
Then he shot a silver bullet into Jake’s shivering chest, ending his life simply because I had dragged his life into this never ending curse.
At the corner of my eye I saw his lifeless form tumble to the ground and a black tiny box fall out. That, had caught my attention. No, no.
This is unreal.
He wanted me to wait at the bar so he could come and pick me up as he told me not to drink anything alcoholic and just for me to wait. Then the box opened showing a glimpse of a iron ring simple however, classy. He was going to propose to me and I was going to say yes and he would have been my fiance.
He put his silver gun back in his back pocket and looked at me with a sly grin on his devious face knowing he is a cold blooded murderer.
“Well... now that there are no intrusions anymore,” he clasped his hands together as if this was a normal conversation and opened his mouth again saying an octave lower in a husky voice, “back to business. I told your father to never leave this city until he paid. Now apparently, he killed himself and now he assumes that his dept is done for.”
A sudden burst of bravery flew inside my chest as I asked, “h-hes gone. Done for, what can you possibly get n-now?”
I don’t want to die.
That green skull man should die though, and rot in hell.
“That is where you, come in,” he paused for a brief second showing his nasty yellow teeth show in his rotting grin as he continued, “you, my friend are going to pleasure me.”
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Death.
I want death
Eddoe pulled his black denim jeans up and zipped and buttoned it up and got a gun -not the silver 45′ a black pistol-
The last words I heard was from him saying, “thank you sweetheart.”
I went out by the green skull man.
