Dead Silence.

1

Akil Black

I sat outisde on my porch listening to the rain hit the metal roof I was under. I liked to sit under sit outside and the rain made a peaceful melody. I sniffed the Chicago air that was now mixed with the smell of rain.. I looked up at the gray gloomy sky, threw my hood on, and stepped of the porch. I walked down the street until I approached a small blue house with the paint chipping off. I walked up the sidewalk that dead flowers surrounded. When I got to the door I knocked on it. I tapped my foot to the beat of the rain as I waited for someone to answer the door.

"Who is it?" I didn't answer.

She swung the door open and I was greeted with a smiling women.

"Well if it isn't old quiet boy." I looked at her blankly waiting for her to ask me to come in.

"Do you want to come in?" I nodded my head and she opened the door wider for me to come in.

I walked in and I didn't sit down I just stood up. She just looked at me quite confused. I pulled some black gloves out my pocket and slid them on my hands. It was still silent for a few more seconds until she broke the silence by saying "Do you want a hot plate quiet boy?"

I shook my head. "That's not my name."

"Well then what is it?" I was confused but didn't show it I guess she didn't remember me.

"My name is Akil."

"Ack-eel what? What is your last name?" I chuckled.

"My bad did I say Akil? I meant Ikil."

Oh. Ikil what?"

"You bitch." I said as I pulled my gun out with the silencer already screwed on and shot her before she could scream. 

I looked down at Miss Jones now dead body and chuckled. I tucked my gun in my pocket making sure it was not visible. I walked out of her house and headed back to my place.

That women ruined my life and everything would have been fine if it wasn't for her. Now that Miss Jones was gone, the blabber mouth of the street. It was just how I liked it dead silent.