His back aching, Nathan felt around for his small torch he kept next to his bed in the community centre he did his community service in. He found it and switched it on, he sat bolt upright when he saw what he was sat in. A pool of blood, his blood, he must have been killed during the night. Nathan had no idea who or how but it was definite, the killer (or killers) had left his knife. He jumped out of bed, snatching his phone from his jacket pocket and checked the time, 7:58, it wasn't too early to bother Kelly with a phone call, it was important after all.
About 20 minutes later Kelly, Simon, Curtis and, rather reluctantly, Alisha, were all sat in the locker room with Nathan listening to the mornings earlier events. 'You twat. You're alive two days and you go get yourself killed again.' Kelly ranted at Nathan when he told her and the other ASBO shit-heads what happened last night. Curtis and Alisha weren't very interested, mainly because he gets himself killed quite a lot and it's nothing un-usual for Nathan. Simon was the only person who expressed any curiosity at the murder.
'Did you see who killed you?' Simon finally voiced.
'If I did, why the hell would I be coming to you lot for help?' Nathan replied as he grabbed a broom, he and the others would be cleaning the roof of the community service today, no one said anything as they all climbed the stairs, laden with buckets of water, brooms, sponges and bin bags. Nathan sat on the edge of the roof, staring at the fence where he was impaled last Friday. Who could have possibly killed me? Nathan thought. They would have woken me up; I'm not a very heavy sleeper...
'Oi Nathan, you gotta do some work, I'm not doing it all' Kelly shouted over
'All right, all right, I'm working' Nathan picked up the broom he left on the floor behind him and started sweeping, 'I was just wondering who killed me that's all, no big deal.' He muttered the last part under his breath but he wasn't quiet enough, Simon heard him and came over to clean up a glass bottle that had been smashed, when he was knelt on the floor near Nathan he asked him exactly what happened when he was killed.
'I've already told you, I have absolutely no idea what so ever. All I remember is waking up with my back aching and sitting in a huge pool of blood.' Nathan said, for what felt like the millionth time.
'So you don't remember waking up at all?' Simon queried, he sounded interested, well of course he would be, he's always interested in any mysteries and usually finds out the answers to them too.
'No. I do not remember anything, nothing at all. If I did, I would have told you. Now stop being such an annoying little git and get on with your... well... whatever you're doing!' Nathan was irritated, Simon would not stop asking him about his death, at least Kelly, Curtis and Alisha didn't bother him about it. As he thought about it, Alisha didn't say anything about the murder... Maybe it was her...