Prologue
Things were quiet, too quiet as I made my way into the kitchen, looking around as I went. I wasn't comforted by the white walls and black furniture like I should have been, there was something about the night that had me on edge, and for the life of me, I couldn't pinpoint it. Clicking the television onto the news, I realized things weren't as quiet as I thought, or hoped, when I saw the emergency flashes on the television, and proceeded to ring throughout the hollow house. The teapot freshly whistles while I watched the chaos playing through my living room. It felt like my life was crashing around me, what little life I had.
Not ten miles from my home, buildings were on fire, people were running and it seemed what they were calling terrorists ran through the streets almost smiling while hurting people.
I could feel the fear building in me as I took the teapot off the burner and poured water into my cup, adding sugar. Trying to stay calm I slowly walked through the house, turning the television off, and sighed before making it back into my bedroom. If I just stayed in my house I would be safe, right? Then again what do I have to lose if they were to come here? I have no love, or any kids to look after, nor do I have any family that means anything to me; seeing as my mother was adopted, and I only met one of her sisters out of fourteen of her siblings, so why would I care to die?
Sitting on my bed I had come to finally realize that I didn't care to die. So when I heard something from further in the house, I sighed and lit a cigarette. It wasn't until I'd seen the tall, dark figure in my doorway that the fear hit ... I had nothing to live for, but did I truly want to die?
