She was crying again. Ah, damn it. She tried to wipe her tears. No, no. She
wasn't supposed to be crying. The apartment was cold and dim. She turned to
the window, closing it quickly. The wind died down instantly but the chill
hung dead in the air. She shivered, pulling the bed sheet closer around
her. She sat on the couch, the TV's images flickering across the wall, but
she wasn't paying attention to it. He had said he would be home. Instead,
she was alone again. and he had been missing for days. It was nothing, she
reminded herself. He was probably just crashing at a friend's house. Maybe
the flight had been cancelled and he had forgotten to call her. All
seemingly impossible, but maybe, just maybe. she shook her head. She didn't
know what she was thinking anymore.
There was a loud thump outside her door in the hallway. She jumped up suddenly from the couch. What if it was him? Maybe he was home! She rushed to the door, un-bolting the lock and flinging the door open. Suddenly, she saw a man in a trench coat rush down the hall, followed by another in a suit. They both held guns. She gasped, ducking back behind the door, still open. The man in the trench coat rushed into her apartment and she watched, amazed, as he rushed to the window, not hesitating as he jumped through it, shattering the glass. Her mouth hung open. her apartment was on the twelfth floor. She rushed towards the window, soon joined by the man in the suit she saw earlier.
"Oh my God." She whispered. She couldn't see the man who had jumped - or his body. The man in the suit turned to her. She again noticed his gun.
He pointed it to her head. The feeling of cold metal against her chilled, pale skin gave her goose bumps. She couldn't speak, or scream. Tears were flowing again. She was going to die. He was going to kill her. Her mind was blank. She only stared at him with large, deep brown eyes. He stared at her through a pair of dark sunglasses, a scowl placed across his lips.
"Goodbye." He began. His finger edged to the trigger and she squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly, she hugged him tightly. Her arms shot up around his back, pulling him close to her. He dropped the gun in surprise to the dirty carpet. It didn't make any sense. she just needed something to hold onto. He wasn't warm like a normal human. his body was strangely cold and stiff. like he was dead. He just stood there, not moving. What was going on?
He quickly wrestled away, picking up his gun and jumping through the window. She stood there for a moment, before she fell to her knees, a bullet in her stomach. She was dead.
There was a loud thump outside her door in the hallway. She jumped up suddenly from the couch. What if it was him? Maybe he was home! She rushed to the door, un-bolting the lock and flinging the door open. Suddenly, she saw a man in a trench coat rush down the hall, followed by another in a suit. They both held guns. She gasped, ducking back behind the door, still open. The man in the trench coat rushed into her apartment and she watched, amazed, as he rushed to the window, not hesitating as he jumped through it, shattering the glass. Her mouth hung open. her apartment was on the twelfth floor. She rushed towards the window, soon joined by the man in the suit she saw earlier.
"Oh my God." She whispered. She couldn't see the man who had jumped - or his body. The man in the suit turned to her. She again noticed his gun.
He pointed it to her head. The feeling of cold metal against her chilled, pale skin gave her goose bumps. She couldn't speak, or scream. Tears were flowing again. She was going to die. He was going to kill her. Her mind was blank. She only stared at him with large, deep brown eyes. He stared at her through a pair of dark sunglasses, a scowl placed across his lips.
"Goodbye." He began. His finger edged to the trigger and she squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly, she hugged him tightly. Her arms shot up around his back, pulling him close to her. He dropped the gun in surprise to the dirty carpet. It didn't make any sense. she just needed something to hold onto. He wasn't warm like a normal human. his body was strangely cold and stiff. like he was dead. He just stood there, not moving. What was going on?
He quickly wrestled away, picking up his gun and jumping through the window. She stood there for a moment, before she fell to her knees, a bullet in her stomach. She was dead.