July.
In July all the flowers are in bloom and the sun is high, shiny and happy. All the children are running around outside celebrating summer and holidays.
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Sark remembered the first morning he walked into the flat again for the first time in 3 years. He slowly opened the unlocked door and stepped carefully through it. The only sound you heard was a muted flip-flop-flip-flip coming from his sandals. To him it was almost like stepping into an entirely different world coming out from the warm sunny summer day into this dark cold flat.
The first that hit him was a smell of something rotting and as he kept travelling further into it he could identify it as something as simple as the sickly sweet smell of decay. When he looked around the flat he saw bottles littering all surfaces except most parts of the floor. Most of the bottles were either completely empty, still containing sad remains or bore signs of an unkind treatment. Like the glasses standing along side them.
Even if he only had stepped into the first part of the living room he stood there for a moment studying the deterioration and ever growing mess. Sark kept going further into the living room when he suddenly heard faint noise coming from the kitchen that was the thing to make me aware of my awful surroundings. Sark took a moment to look up from the tables, bottles and glasses and walked slowly and surely towards the kitchen towards the faint noises in this exhibition of decay and human weakness.
When he looked around the living room – not paying much notice to the broken bottles on the floors until he dragged his foot through the shards randomly he saw how there was blood smears on the walls. Some looking old and dried but others were looking a little too new. Some of them were small short smears and others ran all the way down on to the carpet. He went over to where the biggest smear was and bent down to have a closer look at it.
He had been so memorized by the smears that he didn't notice that the sounds from the kitchen had stopped and somebody had come up behind him. Sark didn't notice until he felt a hard punch and slammed his head into the wall where the smear, he had been studying, was. He could feel the blood sticking to his skin around his eye and down his cheek before it went black.
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When Sark regained conscious he saw her curled up in a corner whispering to the air:
"I'm so sorry I didn't know he would come. Please don't be mad at me. Please don't be mad at me. Please don't…"
Her broken and weakened voice slowly turned into sobs.
He didn't dare move until he was sure Sydney was lost in tears. It was then he headed towards the kitchen, now trying to dodging the bits of glass and mirrors that was everywhere. When he got into the kitchen it was the same as in the living room bottles littering all surfaces except on the kitchen table where she apparently had began something that could bear resemblance to lunch. Lunch seemed to consist of some bread, water, some sort of sausage and fruit not a lot and not what he would have expected from somebody who was in the state Sydney was in lately and had been in since the murder of her precious Vaughn and later her unplanned abortion.
But no matter what her state might still be he would have to complete it. So he took the knife that was stuck in the bread looked once more at it and decided it would do. It would have to do since he hadn't brought anything that would be just as good for fulfilling of his job.