By day, by night

Chpt 3

I shrug off the feeling of it being too real and continue walking towards the Chinese takeaway with mike. Mike notices something is off with me and asks if I'm ok. All he ever seems to say to me is questions. I just answer with "it's nothing I'm just day dreaming".

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Tonight like any other. I'm off within an hour I have found someone to victimize. Some kid, same age as me is drinking something while sitting on a bench. No one else seems to be around so I walk up to him.

"Hi there!" I say all cheery.
"Oh uhm. Do I know you?" He asks
"Nope but I hope to get to know you" I say with a smile
"Oh ok then" he seems confused but goes with it.
We talk for a bit and I ask him if he wants to go for a walk, he nods and we walk. Now is my chance.

After a bit of walking we are in a park. It's dark and all we can hear is the wind in the trees. I take out my gun and place it right at the back of his head while he is turned around looking at a dog by its self.

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I wake up and I have the sense someone is dead. I pictured it, the park I'm pretty sure.

I pick up my note book from my bed side table and write everything down. I decide to do it immediately because I have a feeling if I leave it any longer I will forget.

Mike wakes up, his hair a mess and he has his iconic bunny slippers on. He does the biggest yawn I have ever witnessed in my life.

After a while we are at the police station and while pat is reading my note pad I talk to Matt. He tells me that his mother is coming into town soon and how she would like to stay at our place. Of course I agree because his mother is one of the nicest women to walk this planet.

As soon as pat has got people to go to the park, me and mike walk out and follow over to the park. It's sunny and the trees are shading over us. It's early in the morning so one has been to the park yet since it's closed. We walk around and one of the police officers call us over and we see someone laying against a tree with a gun beside him. It looks like suicide but we feel like it's set up to look like that.

Sooner or later me and mike are home and mike is getting shivers because he feels like he is in a movie. I laugh at his childish behavior and turn the tv on. The news has just started and guess what, me and mike are on it. Just like every other day.

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It's been a while and me and mike are at the dinner table and eating the burgers I made.

I'm showering and I get the same feeling as last night, these dreams seem to real..
I can't be the murderer. It's not possible to 'sleep murder'. Is it?..

YET AGAIN A SHORT CHAPTER :/

Hope you like this one :))

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