His Light

Before the storm

Lilac's Pov

I was locking the doors to the bakery; my shift has ended, and I was about to head home.

The weather tonight was really rainy and dark, and to my luck I forgot my umbrella at home. This has to happen to me, always. Now I can get wet under the rain.

I just hate everything, my life is tiring and my job is also not the best one, but there was is other option, everything works with money.

I always end up having night shift where it happens to be really dark after work ends. And my co-workers don't really like me, nobody does.

Right now, I am walking towards my apartment, nothing fancy nor expensive, it's cheap and the only thing I can afford in Los Angeles.

With the money I earn I can't do much, most of it is for the rent and I have almost nothing for myself.

I have a degree in international business with the scholarship I got in my orphanage, but the degree helped with nothing. I couldn't find a job fitting my degree and now I'm working in a bakery.

Life has been hard on me and I'm literally fighting for my living.

I also had never a family by my side, no one who took care of me or looked after me. I grew up in an orphanage and they made me, the person I am today. And to be honest they took a part in my so horrible life, the moment I turned eighteen they kicked me out, with the excuse that I was wasting space and money.

I was never good enough for anything or anyone...I wasn't important to someone.

Not being loved and cared for made my joy in life dim, bit by bit. It's hard when no one is around and especially when the life you have known was smashed into nothing.

I am 21 now and I feel like my life is about to end. People at that age are always joyful, they go to parties, have dates and live their life.

Just as I turned into the alley, I must pass to get home, I heard gunshots going off. I immediately snapped out of my thoughts,

and froze into place as a saw a man collapse to the ground where a puddle of blood began to gather around his head.

I tried to hold in my breath, trying not to make any sounds, but the tears were already flowing down my cheeks.

The sight of blood made my insides turn and I felt really nauseous and began to feel dizzy.

Suddenly my eyes locked with the man who held the gun in his hands, with such a cold expression, as if it didn't bother him that someone was dead, lying right in front of him.

The feeling of my chest tightening grew more and more as I saw the murderer move in my direction, I couldn't hold back the sobs that were escaping now.

"Please don't hurt me" I said in a trembling voice. But the man in the black suit with raven black hair just kept stalking closer and closer to me.

I began to cry more and more as it became harder to breathe. "Please don't hurt me I-I didn't s-see anything p-please" I stuttered, pleading not to get hurt. And the moment he spoke, my legs began to feel like jelly. The world around me spinning.

"Get me my ropes and the tape we don't need witnesses" he said. His voice was thick and deep.

And then I heard in the background other men saying, "Yes boss". I couldn't focus anymore; panic was overtaking all my senses.

Was he not alone? Are they going to kill me? Is this how I die? Questions flooded my head. Is this how it ends?

My body began to shake and tremble as I felt myself falling. And the last thing I remember before everything turned black, was strong arms wrapped around me and those ice-cold blue eyes.