Dangerous Fellows (Imagines)

zion - mama, i'm a criminal

It had been an uneventful, peaceful and pleasant day ever since the morning when you woke up. The sun had been shining brightly and the birds chirping playfully and the air smelled of blooming flowers.

Keyword: it had been.

Now, it was raging outside with a storm, a thunder voicing out its presence as you opened the door.

You were shaking.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

Tears filled them, but you didn't feel like crying at all.

The shock was too overwhelming.

And the corspe laying on the floor too real to be a dream.

A corpse, which terrifyingly well resembled your dear [family relative of your choice].

~~~

"Is anything stolen?"

"Did you found something unusual? Other than this, I mean."

"How exactly did you found them?"

But you hardly paid mind to the policemen interrogating you and questioning every single one of your moves. You couldn't focus - your mind was preoccupied with the sight you had the luck - bad luck - to see.

You could faintly hear yourself answering, but as soon as the words left your mind, you no longer remembered what you had said.

It seemed enough to satisfy the officers, though, at least to some extent.

~~~

They let you go home.

Shakily, you managed to unlock the door to your own place on the sixth attempt of fitting the key inside the keyhole.

Why were you so nervous? Did you think the- murderer, whoever it was, was inside your apartment right now? Waiting for you, to finish the job?

You shivered, goosebumps travelling across your skin. With a deep breath, you shoved the door open.

It seemed... just the way it was when you left earlier that day.

With a deep breath, you stepped inside and closed the door, locking it. You carefully took off your shoes without a sound and tiptoed across the floor, checking each room.

There wasn't anything peculiar about any of them, everything in its place as you remembered. Your room was the last one and when you were sure everything was fine, you leaned against the door and slid down until you were sitting on the floor.

You were safe.

Up until then, you hadn't really thought of what happened before, when you were supposed to meet up with [family relative]. You'd never expect to find what you had found there, but you managed to push it to the back of your mind, deliberately ignoring every thought about what happened. But now that you were finally alone after the long, exhausted day, it hit you. A wave of upset nausea and sorrow washed over you.

You bawled your eyes out on the floor until you were too tired to cry anymore and your stomach rumbled from the lack of food, having not eaten for almost the whole day. Even though you felt no appetite, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen - you knew you needed to eat something.

As you walked, you couldn't help but imagine something lurking around the dark corner, but as you lit up the room, it was empty. Still, the shadows the light cast throughout the room seem to dance and twist. Your stomach felt queasy, but you told yourself you had nothing to be afraid of. The murder of your relative couldn't have possibly anything to do with you, right?