The Daylight Mirror

Chapter One

Skating back to back behind the bar I enthusiastically ring the ten minute before closing time bell. Within, that said ten minutes that last of the local drunk men and woman swayed their way out of the door with some slurred laughing. Now the bar is officially closed the bouncers on the front door pop their heads inside wave and say goodbye for the night. Eagerly skating over to the door, I yanked both of them shut, glide the metal bar across both doors and slump against them in an exhausted manner.

Maybelle, made her way out of the staff room as she put her coat on her shoulders in a very sloth type fashion. Standing at the height of six foot Maybelle is the closest person I have to a co-business partner, a weird best friend and a full time bar maid. Having the bar not in the greatest part of town it can be hard to get some staff working here for more than six weeks at a time. With her by my side stuck like glue the bar has been able to stay open from the very beginning.

"Hey girl do you need some help cleaning before I take my leave for the night?" My best friend Maybelle said.

"I will be alright Maybelle with the rest of the cleaning. I wiped down the majority of the table's a short while ago before the bar closed for the night." I answered.

"Are you definitely sure one hundred percent? I do not want to find an ungodly surprise like last time. That was bad to get out of the floor and cost us a heck load of money on top of it."

"I am positive Maybelle. You have been locking up and cleaning this place all week; now let me do the honours and do it for a change. Go and get some sleep please so don't forget to say hello to your boyfriend for me."

Leaving the conversation at that, I waved Maybelle goodbye before turning my attention to another job that needed doing. Waving goodbye back she disappeared through the staffroom to the backdoor. Now left in peace I skate over to my iPod plugged into the speakers and switched over the song to The Greatest Showmen Album. Turning myself into autopilot allowed the album to whisk me away as I continued to clean up the bar. Even so, shortly after I started an ear splitting petrified scream filtered through the open windows.

Dropping the rag and cleaning spray, I skated as fast as I could to the front and heaved back the metal bar. Pulling on the door a female body fell through to the floor in a heap with a machete stuck in her chest. Fresh blood oozed out of the wound and seeped through the cracks in the wood flooring. Her face is now unrecognisable from the slash wounds that are going every which way. All of her clothes are now ripped in countless different places showing off the many layers of blood wounds.

With the amount of blood that is rapidly pouring out this young girls body I think by the looks of things she may have died from general blood loss. Quickly getting over the initial shock of it all I knelt down to take a closer look at the young girls body. The bruises on her hands show a sign of a struggle while the indication of no shoes straight away is a red flag that the girl has previously been running away from someone or something.

Taking a long deep shaky breath fast pumping adrenaline is working its way around by body as my knees are growing weaker by the second. From what is left of the young girls appearance something shiny like glitter inside some of the wounds draws my attention to it the most. Some loud heavy duty footsteps made me jump back away from the girl's dead body. In a hurry and also in fright I stumbled back and soon landed on my arse making a total fool of myself on the floor.

Searching through the open door of the bar I saw on the opposite side of the road under a poorly lit street lamp stands a hooded figure covered head to toe in black. In each hand is two more razor sharp weapons glistening under the light of the lamp post. A soft low gasp left my lips as I stared at the hooded figure longer than I should really have down. Like a bat out of hell, I quickly got up to my feet and skated my way to the staff room in the back. Leaving the girl's dead body behind I in less than no time locked the door behind me. Clearly not thinking straight, I fumble my way through my bag to get to my phone. Hanging on to my phone in my shaking hands for utter dear life, I hunt effortlessly through the contacts of my phone. Able to find the one that I am looking for I dial it the best that my shaking hands would allow me too.