Andre wakes up with a buzzing head and a distant fuzz. No, not the creaking noise from the roof of the house. It is the pain he feels when he has another episode.
He grunts as he stretches his arms wideout. He gets up from his bed wondering how he got there, last he remembers, he was staring at Becky's picture which is now a mixture of torn canvas and debris glass.
He pressed the alarm down before it began to buzz.
The sun was out early and the whistles of leaves can be heard from the distance. The peace and segregation from the main town remind him of the reason he chose to leave on the outskirt.
He hates the business of the town and the noise that came with it. The continuous screeching of cars, dogs barking and girls flooding the streets at night.
His mind drifts back to last night. Last night when he was engaged. Last night his ring finger was coated in a beautiful metal ring since he did not have the money for the fancy one's but she appreciated it. At least, he thought she did.
He will not spend another minute thinking of her and honestly, he feels better than he thinks he would. His heart is not as heavy as the previous day, it only stings a bit and he feels ready to go to work.
He stepped on the cold wooden ground when he hears the sound of the coffee machine. When did I set this off?
He strides to the kitchen when he perceives the smell of burnt chicken. He quickens his pace, the kitchen is in chaos.
Oh God, what the fuck happened?
He turns off the microwave and rushes to the brewing coffee leaking to the tiles already. He sighs in exasperation as he shakes his leg trying to remove as much moisture as he can.
He stands still for a moment, wondering when he had turned on the microwave or even the coffee machine. He doesn't take coffee except he is leaving to work.
He strains his mind trying to recall but all he gets is a fuzzy memory and when he tries harder, the ache worsens.
Please no, it can't be this again. No, please.
He hears his phone chirm almost indifferent from that of the birds except it there's a difference between an electronic chirm and the consistent whistling.
He returns to the room in search of it. After a couple of minutes, he had turned the room in all directions still there's no sign of the phone in sight.
He decides to try the sitting room, maybe he had hauled himself last night to the bed in a desperate attempt to get away from his thought. It is like him. He knows that.
The phone is seated on the table and the display light still on. He reaches for it and his first thoughts are Jesus, I am not dead.
A hundred missed calls from Christiana and five messages. He quickly unlocks the phone, taps the messages.
Where the fuck are you? Call me.
Andre, you are getting me worried, what is going on?
If you need time to move on, you can just tell me.
Don't be an asshole, I am still your boss and your best friend.
Andre, I am sorry for getting mad, just call me today, it's been a week.
This one catches his attention. A week? What is she talking about?
He swipes down, checks his calendar.
Holy fuck!
His heart begins to race, his skin crawling beneath him. He stands transfixed at the calendar, questions swirling up his mind and there's only one answer, an answer he doesn't know.
Oh God! oh God! This can't be happening.
He takes few steps back but is called back from further numbness as the crushing sound of broken glass piercing into his skin, sting. He takes one step back and looks at the floor.
He looks down and his eyes are greeted with a mixture of stale blood and shattered glass.
No, no, no. This can't be happening. No.
He falls to the chair behind him, bumping his right arm on the soft sofa. His hand on his mouth as a near whimper escapes his mouth. He rubs his arm but quickly pulls his hand away.
What the fuck is going on? What the bloody fuck is going on?
His arm is wrapped in around himself now, his eyes are shut and he is nearly at the verge of tearing up but he keeps swaying, keeps thinking.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
His phone begins to ring again, he does not need to check, he does not need to ask, it is Christy, she is basically the only one he knows.
“Hello, ” he says in a shaky voice.
“Finally, where on earth have you been, I've been trying to...”
“Hello,” he says again. The shock still in him.
“Are you okay, Andre? Andre? Did you see the news?”
“What news?” his adrenaline pumped at thought of more.
“Do not turn it on, do not.” her stern voice only causes him to pick the remote up immediately, he turns on the television and the first face he sees in Becky's with the caption,
Brutal Death as Rising Model is Found Dead in Her Home.
He is in a roller coaster now, his heart racing as he stares around watching his surroundings.
I killed her. Oh my God, I killed her. Oh my God.
He shuts his eyes, shaking his head slowly.
No, no.
I am going to jail, no.
There's a knock on the door, he freezes, there is another knock and he summons the courage to ask, “Who is that?”
“Fenwick Police, sir. Please open up.”
Andre's POV:It is not every day you get accused of killing your ex, one week after you broke up, but no matter what life throws at you, you gather your shattered pieces and move on.Moving on. It is a simple task for everyone in the office, bath, dress up, get some coffee and straight to their desks. But for me, I wonder what it will be like sitting in midst of people who already loathe me for no reason and now they are handed one in a plate of gold.A sheep in lion's den.The city was crowded, as usual, humans, always in their never-ending struggle to fit in, struggle, work. I couldn't help but wonder, to what end did life even lead us? Forcing us to make decisions that shouldn't be there in the first place. The fear that you might go to work today and get fired, you might stay home and get burnt in an unpredictable accident, you might leave to get some drinks
The stalker is everywhere,And nowhere.The stalker gets stalkedThey sit in our seats And feed our children They walk in the streets like us In the end,We are all stalkers.****The door swung open and his hazel eyes were the first thing I noticed, then his white shirt and black trousers. His steps feeling gracious like he was the king of the world.Wait!Did he just walk into the office expecting the world to greet you welcome back? No, he is a damn killer, a thief and a damn liar. He was just worst than the other men—a scum bag. Why do I even hate him this much? Why does the sudden urge to commit murder rise when I see him? He disgusts me.He grinned widely at the people shaking hands with hi
Knock knock!The monster knocks on your door.He brings a gift, One you would not reject.He brings pain.There is no saying no once the door opens.Run as far as you wish,In the end, you find out you accepted this gift.****Even as a boy, Andre knew pain. No, not the kind of pain every child met in the hands of their parents. It was the kind that left a stain in your life. A stigma that follows you everywhere you go. The kind that messed cute little Andre into a rejection, made him a freak in the society. Pain is built in different phases—shades.Andre stared at his mother obliviously, she looked fragile and broken, too broken that even death had refused her. Her grey hair laying weakly on her so
I knew something was wrong, maybe someone was after me or maybe I was losing my mind. It was impossible to tell what was what these days. More importantly, it was impossible to tell why I would kidnap my best friend and drive around with a dead body in the back of my trunk.I had just exited the hospital where my stepmom decided to spend the last of her painful life. She had survived a brutal man to end up in a hospital under the care of young ladies after men rather than caretaking. Well, I guess when you survive death that long, you tend to stay away almost permanently.I sat quietly in the restaurant, it was beautiful, everything about this city is, well except me. No, God no, I am the charm I know that but my head is the death of me.On a different occasion, I will admire the cosy weather and the quietness of the surrounding. The running water and the chaos just outside this glass. But right now, my only thoughts were
When you talk about my life, you talk about a dolphin stuck in a desert. I was a symbol of anguish, the definition of emptiness. I had a job, a best friend like everyone (well used to) an old sick mother in her death bed but...Love was the last thing I wanted because like many people walking the streets today, love broke me. No, not me. Love broke the people who broke me.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the man I used to know but someone else was staring back. He had the same hazel eyes, the same sadness drawn on his face but he was fucked, all shades fucked.The call had just come in, Detective Jones. Such a pain in the ass. I pulled the bag, holding my tickets. I had to leave this Godforsaken town. Maybe Tranquil will be a nice place to start a life, forget about everything that happened here, Christy, gosh, I wonder what she thinks of me now wherever she is if she is even alive.
When you venture into the dark,You shouldn't fear to meet with darkness.When you wish to be in the light,Then you must first walk through the darkness.Christy's POV:You got your demons, they are nothing compared to the monster I saw when you bound me in your house. He was out for blood, not because I had done anything to him, but because he seeks you. He would tear your world limb to limb to erase everything you love. He had the anger in his eyes, the lust for blood. I know because I felt the same when I stabbed my ex straight to his heart. I have seen it before when James beat me until I lost the baby.From what I can gather, he has his eyes on you. He knows when you leave the house, when you return and when you go to bed. He knows who you dine with, who you meet with and even sleep with. He watches your eve
Secrets are the end of every relationship. Once the seed is conceded in heart, slowly, the death approaches.Many had lost to the seed they conceded at heart and when it unleashes, disaster and death to years of trust and honour.Andre sat in front of his screen, oblivious of the entirety of the environment. He was trapped in the abyss thoughts of Christy. He relived every moment of them, all the smiles at various points. His head hurts already but he was lost too deep to care.Soon it was time to leave, time to play his role in worlds mess. He pulled his files together. He could the pair of eyes, eyes he once thought innocent, staring at him. All the guilt turned to anger. Maybe he considered letting the monster out, maybe if he showed her what torments and pains he passed through, she would understand or maybe he would kill her. Only if you were a fucking killer.He pulled himself, face u
Andre sat on the cosy peaceful bed. The thoughts of Benjamin, Christy, and possibly many others who decided his life but still he had no idea.He was used to the blaring light of the morning rays and did not flinch when his eyes met the wide eyes of the window. Katherine slept peacefully on his arm, hugging him tight to her body.Are you sure you want to drag her into your mess?It was supposed to be a one-time thing, he never expected he would protect her from the demons chasing him to the ends of the earth. He combed her hair softly, using the tip of his well-trimmed fingers to give soft massages to her long black hair.Do you think you can protect her?A million and one thoughts keeping his chest in a heaved breath. He continued his combing motion, staring at her as she slept comfortably.Only if she knew what was coming.He s