The paper was there. Right were one of its sisters was. I pick it up. Shaking. Was that sweat? No. It's just my skin melting down. That makes me wonder if my flesh is as red as Hazel's. Of course not. It must be black. Satanically black. Hazel's flesh must be dark pink, though. Tender and soft. And why the hell is this the topic roaming inside my head now? Am I crazy? Detective Danes thinks so. I get inside.
I take a seat on the miserable couch of mine. I've always despised this piece of furniture. Something about it seemed wicked. Acerbic. No wonder I relate to it. It attracts me.
I unfolded the paper and went through the lines.
Dear costumer,
Congrats! You've been chosen to be experience the worst days of your life! Aren't you damn lucky? Out of all the people, you were picked. Feel free to be flattered.
Now, with business we proceed. Your first task Mr. Richard is an easy one. And trust me this is purely for the sake of your girl. I have to sadly inform you that that babe can't sleep well at night. Not like I've got anything to do with this, though. I guarantee you that I am a lovely host. It's just that your little princess misses her pillow, you know. So will you do her a favor and get it for her? I came to notice that the new residents changed the flat's password. And, honestly, I pity you because you will have to figure another way in then. By midnight, you should show up in front of her workplace with the order. If you're late your baby girl will sleep forever, okay?
P.S. Better return the paper where you found it. I hate thieves.
See ya ;)
Maniac. A lunatic maniac.
I do as told. Then I return to the lonesome couch and start brainstorming.
I have an apartment to break into tonight. And I have no idea what to do.
Use violence? Like a gun and a mask? But I might get caught and I am already on probation, which means one more strike and I am totally screwed. Then what? Knock and ask them nicely? They don't even admit it's her apartment. These rotten liars can get me arrested if I just knock on their door again. Sneak in? But how? They damn well changed the password and I am stuck. What then!
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