Chapter 1: Here I Go Again
I walked the lonely sidewalk. In this city most people rather drive than walk, but I'd never considered myself part of the majority. As a matter of fact, everything I am has been built upon circumstances out of the ordinary. So when people call me odd, I don't get offended or try to pass it off as a compliment, it's just the truth.
The unavoidable truth of my so-far short life.
I kicked an aluminum can that was on my way. I didn't kick it out of my path, just forward. I had nothing better to do, so kicking the can wherever it went seemed like a good enough plan.
I had just lost my job. Not that I regret what I did, but it bummed me that now I had to look for another one and soon, or else I wouldn't be able to pay for my food, my rent, or college.
I sighed. What a crappy life this was.
Soon I approached the street just in front of my apartment complex. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was cozy and affordable enough for me to be content. I crossed the street, hands on pockets, kicking my can.
My apartment was the very first one as you entered the goddamn building. Not the thing I liked, but my roommate was here first, thus making it her choice as to where in the three floors we were situated to my disgrace.
I stood in front of the door and picked up the can from the floor. I tossed in the trash as I walked in. It had entertained me enough.
The small apartment was empty. A note was left over the table, right in the middle of the living room, or what we called a living room anyways.
It had my roommate's scribblings.
"Gone for the weekend. It was an emergency. Take care of the place, please! See ya on Monday!
I threw myself over the sofa and sighed. This was going to be a long weekend.
I had nothing to do so I ate and later fell asleep on that same sofa watching some cartoons. That always cheered me up.
. . .
When I woke up it was already dark outside. I yawned as I stretched and peeked at the clock. It was almost nine o' clock. Damn. I'd really over done it today, now I wouldn't be able to sleep all night.
Suddenly, the soft creak of the wooden floor caught my attention.
What the hell? The floor only creaks when one steps on it or in winter, but we were in the middle of May and I should be alone in the apartment, for God's sakes!
I panicked a bit and picked up Emma's baseball bat from behind the couch. I was on position to swing it at someone's jaw as I walked to my room. I kicked the door and jumped in. Although it was dark, nothing seemed out of the ordinary but I turned the light on just to make sure. Still, it was as it should be.
I relaxed a bit as I walked out. I went to Emma's room just to check there too, again with the bat on position.
I swung the door open and nothing unusual was there, so I relaxed putting the bat down. I flipped the light switch on and the first thing I saw was the barrel of a gun directed to my face.
I gasped as my eyes went wide with shock. What the fuck!
From behind the gun a devilish smirk widened at the sight of my fear.
"Well, hello there." The man said with his finger lingering on the trigger.