Product of a Murderer
Feeling Empty
ONE YEAR EARLIER
When the clock reads, 4 PM I get out of bed and take a shower, time to get ready for work. I slipped on my uniform and did my makeup real quick then put my hair up in a messy bun. I looked in the mirror shrugging my shoulders, good enough.
When I got to the bar it was a ghost town. Not totally unusual for a Tuesday night in the Winter. I put my purse in the back and headed over to the bar, another slow tedious night. About an hour into my shift a guy came in, red hair, tattoos, the works. Pretty cute if you ask me. He takes of his beanie shaking out his fiery red hair then shimmies out of his jacket. "Hey, there, what can I get for you tonight?" He looks up at me for a moment a murmurs,
"Just a beer will be fine." I got him a beer and turned to serve someone else, but the bar was completely empty.
"So, you visiting?" He looked up again, he seemed so tired,
"Nah, I uhm, i live here." Weird, I've never seen him around. I mean San Jose isn't a small town but I'd remember him even if i just saw him in a passing.
"Oh, cool, I'm-"
"You, are Analisse, and I'm Alan." My eyes got wide. How did he know my name is he stalking me?
"How did you... How do you know my name?" He laughed a little and pointed at my chest. My name tag. Of course.
"I was beginning to think you were stalking me or something." After that, with the bar being pretty dead all night, we got to talk, eventually I gave him my number.
"Call me okay? Maybe we can talk somewhere other than this shit bar?" He nodded, giving me a small smile and walking out the door. I really hope he calls...
PRESENT DAY
When I finished cleaning myself up I slipped on Alan's jacket to cover my bloody shirt and headed out to the store. Not once did I look at Jeremy's dead body wrapped in a plastic shower curtain. Not once.
When I returned Alan was almost done cleaning all the blood. I walked over, and took off Alan's jacket and began duct taping the shower curtain like I'd seen in movies. Around the feet all the way up to the ankles, around the chest, and around the head. After I'd wrapped the body I just sat there staring at the empty roll of tape. I, just like the roll, am empty. I don't feel anything, I'm numb. No more questioning thoughts, no more hate, no more sadness, no more fear. I feel nothing.
When the clock reads, 4 PM I get out of bed and take a shower, time to get ready for work. I slipped on my uniform and did my makeup real quick then put my hair up in a messy bun. I looked in the mirror shrugging my shoulders, good enough.
When I got to the bar it was a ghost town. Not totally unusual for a Tuesday night in the Winter. I put my purse in the back and headed over to the bar, another slow tedious night. About an hour into my shift a guy came in, red hair, tattoos, the works. Pretty cute if you ask me. He takes of his beanie shaking out his fiery red hair then shimmies out of his jacket. "Hey, there, what can I get for you tonight?" He looks up at me for a moment a murmurs,
"Just a beer will be fine." I got him a beer and turned to serve someone else, but the bar was completely empty.
"So, you visiting?" He looked up again, he seemed so tired,
"Nah, I uhm, i live here." Weird, I've never seen him around. I mean San Jose isn't a small town but I'd remember him even if i just saw him in a passing.
"Oh, cool, I'm-"
"You, are Analisse, and I'm Alan." My eyes got wide. How did he know my name is he stalking me?
"How did you... How do you know my name?" He laughed a little and pointed at my chest. My name tag. Of course.
"I was beginning to think you were stalking me or something." After that, with the bar being pretty dead all night, we got to talk, eventually I gave him my number.
"Call me okay? Maybe we can talk somewhere other than this shit bar?" He nodded, giving me a small smile and walking out the door. I really hope he calls...
PRESENT DAY
When I finished cleaning myself up I slipped on Alan's jacket to cover my bloody shirt and headed out to the store. Not once did I look at Jeremy's dead body wrapped in a plastic shower curtain. Not once.
When I returned Alan was almost done cleaning all the blood. I walked over, and took off Alan's jacket and began duct taping the shower curtain like I'd seen in movies. Around the feet all the way up to the ankles, around the chest, and around the head. After I'd wrapped the body I just sat there staring at the empty roll of tape. I, just like the roll, am empty. I don't feel anything, I'm numb. No more questioning thoughts, no more hate, no more sadness, no more fear. I feel nothing.
Notes
Merp. So all of my chapters for this fic are going to be short. But I will always update on Mondays. So comment tell me things you hate, and things you like(because honestly, my writing isn't 'love' worthy). I'M OPEN TO IDEAS. c:TITLE CREDS: Pressure//Paramore
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