Minding my own business, I proceeded down the long path. Hands in my pockets, to keep them from the cold, I walked with a mission towards the bus stop. It was a typical winter's day and I, being the "diligent" human being, forgot my winter clothes. I justified this mistake by saying: "It was warm and bright this morning," even though it was the middle of September.
Authors Note: Read Part 1 Here
There’s a moment before you kill someone where you feel light as a feather and free as a bird. There’s no less cheesy way of putting it. Lots of people don’t know what it feels like, but I do. In that moment, when impulse takes over, lives don’t matter. The world doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing. I’ll tell you what, man. You get a hell of a lot more sure of yourself after that moment—not just in taking life, but in living it. You’re not possessed by some demon. There’s no voice in your head. It’s just a moment.
She believed in me in a way no one else ever has and no one else ever will, and I betrayed her. The worst part is she doesn't know. She still thinks I went missing, someone kidnapped me. That's not the case, though.
Jason Almendale walks into the front door of a small, family-owned restaurant on a sunny Detroit afternoon and finds his usual seat, ordering his usual meal. “Good afternoon, Mary, lemme get the...” He’s interrupted by Mary’s voice. “The number four with no onions and a Pepsi? Gotcha Jason.” She laughs as she walks to the counter to put the order in. Jason’s mind begins to wander to all the things in life he hadn’t done, the things he and his brother Jackson always dreamed of doing. Ever since Jackson died, Jason had no motivation to do anything that even remotely reminded him of Jackson.
The memory of the robbery is fresh in my head, we have taken the only witness as captive. I don’t see why, he’s so drunk he won’t be able to remember anything any way. I was supposed to be a witness to, but I was the one who stole the money. There is no way I can go back. What if there were other witnesses that we didn’t see?
You're there for what feels like hours but only a couple of minutes later, there is what seems to be a silhouette appearing over you. As it appears to come closer to your body, you start to ask for help, asking why is this happening and what did you do to deserve any of this.
"I bet It's not even real," Danyl Cronfeld said, as he patted Stewart Brice's hair. "Dustin’s just full of it."
This is where it all begins,