The forest

the nightmares

The night was dark , couple of police cars wondering the streets of California..

Inside of a cold apartment he was lying in bed , struggling through yet another nightmare.
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It was a short man getting off his car , two men walked towards him pulling him into a small alley as he struggled to get away from them .
- let go of me , what are you doing?
One of the men pressed on the short man's mouth and said with a low tone : keep your voice down .

A third tall man came out of the shadow as he mumbled something about a deal, the short man begged and begged for more time to pay the money but to no use.

As he pronounced his last words, he was shot , straight to the head by the tall man who whispered as he started to walk away: let's get out of here, leave him.

The corps dropped on the ground as his blood filled the cracks of the floor slowly.
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He woke up in shock , sitting in his bed, trying to catch his breath as his blue eyes looked around his dark room, realizing it was just another nightmare and that he was safe .
He wiped his face with his hand in tiredness as he sighed..

- Jesus Christ..

He got up , walking toward the bathroom , stripped down his clothes as he drowned himself in the cold water of the bathtub.
He lit up his cigar, breathing it's reek as if it was the cure for what he has , and after he was done he threw it across the bathroom and sighed as he closed his eyes and  let himself slide down, entirely under water as he tried to shut his mind off the nightmares .

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He woke up early anyway so he might as well wait for couple of hours and then go to work since there was no point in sleeping apparently.

He picked up a small note and stuck it on the window of his room, which he wrote in
' short man , three men , alley , gunshot death '

As the hours passed by, he left to work, walking across the street with his hands tightly shoved into his pockets as the cold wind made him shiver.
He held the cigar between his lips tightly and pulled out a key from his pocket and bent down to open the lock of the restaurant.

A blonde man walked towards him and said cheerfully: hey good morning killian , you're here early !

Killian talked through the cigar and said with his usual quiet tone : good morning roman .

Roman : you need a hand?
Killian said as he lifted the metal door up and opened the glass door : no , I'm good.

Roman walked around the kitchen and yelled from across the room: so what are you doing here so early? Can't sleep again?

Killian turned the sign to " open" and said: well, you know me, can't control this thing .

Roman walked in the room again as he handed killian his name tag and gloves: I think you should see a therapist, he might give you a Prescription that can help you sleep better.

Killian: thanks but I don't have time for a therapist.

Roman walked toward the kitchen again and said: alright, but you better throw the cigar out before the boss gets here .

Killian whispered as he threw it outside: damnit.

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The restaurant slowly became filled with people, as they ordered different types of breakfast.

Roman stuck his head out of the small window as he rang the small bell and exclaimed: two plates of waffles, table 4 !

Killian moved smoothly between the tables as he delivered the food .