The boy

Simon was a famous writer who many times wrote against criminals who strolled in the city. With all the work that he did to expose the darkest truths about criminals, he managed to get quite a high amount of threats. Two years ago, Simon wrote against a congress politician who conspired and killed his wife. He wrote a book called 'The truth is said' and published it a year before he moved to Texas. He was married and had a daughter named Linda. The parents were not at good terms so Linda lived with her mother in California while Simon was working tirelessly all the way in Texas. He was determined and all he wished for was a career he was passionate about and a family he felt calm around.

It was July 12th, the sun was shining bright and Simon was busy working on his project. Debora who was Simon's girlfriend was busy cooking him some lunch in the kitchen as the door knocked. "I hate when people knock doors!" yelled Simon as he walked past the kitchen to get the door. He aggressively opened the door and stood there a little boy holding a stack of DVDs. "Are- are you here all by yourself?" asked Simon as he looked around. The little boy nodded. "Come on in, little boy" said Simon in a soft tone. The boy walked into the apartment and sat on the chair next to the table Simon was working on. "So? Are you a fan of my writings?" asked Simon as he locked the main door. The boy did not respond. Simon grabbed a cup of tea and sat on the couch as he noticed the boy holding tight onto the DVD players. "What is with the DVDs kid?" asked Simon. The boy did not respond and stood up to place the DVDs onto the table. walked towards the door. "Are you leaving?" questioned Simon and the tone wasn't soft anymore. "Stubborn kids!" whispered Simon as he held the door. The kid seemed calm, without uttering a single word he started walking. "Hey? would you mind taking your trash along?" yelled Simon. The boy kept walking till he stopped near a tree and turned around. He stared right into Simon's soul and uttered: "If that is trash, then you've been working on it for a long time."

Simon was shocked yet curious. And before he decided to go talk to the boy, he could not see him any longer. "Where did he go?" asked Simon as he rushed into the street. It was as if the boy flew away, as if he was a ghost. The wind blew fast and the leaves flurried. His eyes could see the sky, he could feel the wind touch his body. It felt so bizarre. He walked back to his house and turned the radio on. "You are my sunshine..." he sang as he aggressively toasted his bread. The photos of Debora flew all across the room. "They died.." he whispered. "I killed them" he added. The door was wide opened as Mrs. sally entered the apartment. "Debbie, Can I get a little flour?" yelled Mrs. Sally. She could not hear anyone but a few fading thuds from the kitchen. On setting the foot in kitchen, she saw Simon assemble his sandwich. Debora along with her unborn child lied on the kitchen counter, bleeding. Simon too had blood all over his pants, he was shaking and muttering. "I killed her, I killed my baby" was all he kept repeating. "Oh No Debbie" said Mrs. Sally as she held her hand all bruised.