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somewhere?" I asked.
"Yeah, I’m just grabbing some coffee. I gotta go. I have some work I need to do," he said drowsily. Clearly he had a hangover, but not bad enough to prevent him from going about his day.
"Well, that sucks. I was kind of in the mood this morning.” I was flirting. But it wouldn’t work this time.
"Sorry babe. You know I want to. I just really gotta go. Rain check?" he asked already holding the door open with his foot.
"Yeah, no problem," I lied. No use in begging for him to stay. I didn’t want to keep him.
Of course it was a problem. But he needed to go and either way I had things to do as well. We exchanged the usual pleasantries of kisses and hugs and he went on his way.
I shut the door behind him and headed for the room. I tidied up my bedroom and the rest of the apartment. Getting dressed would be another issue, but before that I would need some more coffee. Most of my hangover had subsided but I still had a headache and drinking copious amounts of coffee usually quelled the pang.
I couldn't help but get the feeling that I was just waiting. Ever since I received that strange letter, I was in a constant state of waiting for the next move. I was just waiting for the unknown. It was awful. Not to mention, highly irritating.
I wasn't even sur e what I was waiting for. I had taken an educated guess that 09 07 13 was a date. And if it was in fact a date then that date would be tomorrow. I was usually prepared for anything the came my way but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I would never be able to prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring.
That was enough to set me on edge once again. Admittedly, the knife was an unexpected yet welcome surprise. Even if the notes were both creepy and cryptic, I fantasized about using my new toy on my next expedition. Which couldn't come soon enough.
Unfortunately, I would have to wait until after. After what though. Not knowing is what set me on edge. The urge to kill would not falter. It was an itch that had to be scratched eventually.
That night, after the day was said and done I simply laid down on the couch and watched some television. I couldn’t say I watched anything of any interest I simply needed a diversion. It was getting late.
I checked the clock, it was 11:03. I enjoyed nightly cable news and so I turned to CNN. I felt fatigue begin to settle in so I did a last minute check through my phone. No missed calls but I did get a text from Olivia. Wanna chyll? Nope. Not tonight. I didn’t even reply. She wasn’t the type to wait for an answer. She was probably way past drunk by now. I made a mental note to call her in the morning. I was in for the night. I continued to stare in boredom at the television and that's when everything went black-.
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My throat felt like it was on fire. I was taking in so little air. But there was no stopping. I had to keep running. The burning in my legs worsened. The pain grew with intensity and slowed me down to a crawl. I look down at my hands and I held a knife covered in blood...What have I done?
I spun around. There was no one was there. I felt the heavy weight of being watched on my shoulders. Then I heard a snap. Instinct kicked in and I took off in the opposite direction. The tension mounted on my shoulders and my legs caved out from under me. Tiny rocks pricked my hands as I fell onto the cold gravel.
Faint trickles of blood formed on the palms that cushioned my fall. But I felt nothing. No pain. I lay there heaving. I tried to force my lungs to inhale and exhale evenly, yet still my throat could only take in so much air.
Breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe. It was all I could do to will my body to function. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just Breathe . In and out and in and out.
But my body could take no more. In its final act of betrayal, my eyes rolled back and my body went limp.
Chapter 13
Slow fluttering eyelashes came into view. It was all I could see. They were like
"Yeah, I’m just grabbing some coffee. I gotta go. I have some work I need to do," he said drowsily. Clearly he had a hangover, but not bad enough to prevent him from going about his day.
"Well, that sucks. I was kind of in the mood this morning.” I was flirting. But it wouldn’t work this time.
"Sorry babe. You know I want to. I just really gotta go. Rain check?" he asked already holding the door open with his foot.
"Yeah, no problem," I lied. No use in begging for him to stay. I didn’t want to keep him.
Of course it was a problem. But he needed to go and either way I had things to do as well. We exchanged the usual pleasantries of kisses and hugs and he went on his way.
I shut the door behind him and headed for the room. I tidied up my bedroom and the rest of the apartment. Getting dressed would be another issue, but before that I would need some more coffee. Most of my hangover had subsided but I still had a headache and drinking copious amounts of coffee usually quelled the pang.
I couldn't help but get the feeling that I was just waiting. Ever since I received that strange letter, I was in a constant state of waiting for the next move. I was just waiting for the unknown. It was awful. Not to mention, highly irritating.
I wasn't even sur e what I was waiting for. I had taken an educated guess that 09 07 13 was a date. And if it was in fact a date then that date would be tomorrow. I was usually prepared for anything the came my way but I just couldn't shake the feeling that I would never be able to prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring.
That was enough to set me on edge once again. Admittedly, the knife was an unexpected yet welcome surprise. Even if the notes were both creepy and cryptic, I fantasized about using my new toy on my next expedition. Which couldn't come soon enough.
Unfortunately, I would have to wait until after. After what though. Not knowing is what set me on edge. The urge to kill would not falter. It was an itch that had to be scratched eventually.
That night, after the day was said and done I simply laid down on the couch and watched some television. I couldn’t say I watched anything of any interest I simply needed a diversion. It was getting late.
I checked the clock, it was 11:03. I enjoyed nightly cable news and so I turned to CNN. I felt fatigue begin to settle in so I did a last minute check through my phone. No missed calls but I did get a text from Olivia. Wanna chyll? Nope. Not tonight. I didn’t even reply. She wasn’t the type to wait for an answer. She was probably way past drunk by now. I made a mental note to call her in the morning. I was in for the night. I continued to stare in boredom at the television and that's when everything went black-.
__________
My throat felt like it was on fire. I was taking in so little air. But there was no stopping. I had to keep running. The burning in my legs worsened. The pain grew with intensity and slowed me down to a crawl. I look down at my hands and I held a knife covered in blood...What have I done?
I spun around. There was no one was there. I felt the heavy weight of being watched on my shoulders. Then I heard a snap. Instinct kicked in and I took off in the opposite direction. The tension mounted on my shoulders and my legs caved out from under me. Tiny rocks pricked my hands as I fell onto the cold gravel.
Faint trickles of blood formed on the palms that cushioned my fall. But I felt nothing. No pain. I lay there heaving. I tried to force my lungs to inhale and exhale evenly, yet still my throat could only take in so much air.
Breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe. It was all I could do to will my body to function. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just Breathe . In and out and in and out.
But my body could take no more. In its final act of betrayal, my eyes rolled back and my body went limp.
Chapter 13
Slow fluttering eyelashes came into view. It was all I could see. They were like
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