~Random Shorts~

The Midnight Man

This story is entirely made-up, so ignore the 1st person part of it ~ It hasn't really happened to me! It's just my style... Anways! Enjoy! ^>^

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I guess I hoped time would help me come to terms with this... Heal me, if what people said was true. But I don't care what people say, no matter how much my boyfriend trys to reassure me about the death of my sister. I know I hid evidence from the police, so take this as my apology... For both Alexandra and her beloved.

 We'd been up the entire night working on this final paragraph. Even as I try to stiffle a yawn, I can't hide the fact that my head aches from the buzz of work. The screen illuminating my face captivates me and my sister in a glow of text, black and white. Acompaning each portion is a complex diagram I'm not sure that either of use really understands anymore. A slight faulter from my eyes as I strain to stay awake is enough intel for my sister to dismiss me.

"Good-night, Billie! Thanks for your help, but you needa be getting to sleep."

"Bu-"

"I love you 2, Billie."

Sometimes it's a bit too protective and older-sisterly the way she acts, or atleast I thought. The rush of clicking and keys is the hypnotic drone that sleep claims me from.

 Scrape, Scrape. THUD. Even the echo that awakens me is enough to set my nerves on edge. It haunts my dreams, entwining itself with my reality so I never feel safe anymore. It halts briefly under my bed, before the sharp exhale that resounds from my sister. All of this before the scrapes continue, exiting. And in all this time I haven't opened my eyes. Maybe it was the angered sigh masked by the exhale or the tone of the scraping that discouraged me, but all I know is, the distant hum of cars sees me back to sleep once again

Dawn arises. This time, I awaken with no difficulty, deciding to give my sister a rude awakening. The way her body shudders under my touch, the way the douvet clings to her, shrouding her, it's just unnatural. Maybe that's why I did it. My fingers brush her hand, allowing the rustle of pap- Rustle of paper against her delicate, cold skin? Under my touch, the covers fall away, revealing the secrets beneath. The blood that swamps her, leaking from her chest is too much to intake. I can't account for it, as the walls of the world falls away into the constellation of tears resting on my eyelashes. My heart already feels mauled by emtions. But I have to know why. And maybe I still do. I need to know why it happened, why her, why I can't sleep on the ground-floor, or even the floor of any building. But you still need to know what the note said befoe you truly understand the situation I face everyday, why the police don't even know. Scrawled as a note, a warning really... Was this:

"If I had legs ~ You'd be dead two"