Spying on the Devil ( Rewrite )

Chapter 5: The day I died...

Edited 17/07/2015

The whole week had passed by without another visit from Lucifer, which I was entirely grateful for. It was finally the weekend now and all I wanted was to chill out and enjoy my day off. I was exhausted mentally and physically thinking about Lucifer, was he all in my head? Did I imagine him? Have I walked past him going to work? I ran my hands through my tangled hair and walked towards my sofa.

I thought about how different life would be for me if I had known my parents, did they even love me? Obviously not, or they wouldn't have left me on the steps at the orphanage! I wonder if I knew my parents now, have I met them, I could have passed them on the street, sat next to them on a bus or even served them in the café! I wonder who I looked like the most, mum or dad? They left no pictures just my first name. If they had left their last name, maybe I could have found them...

Running my fingers aggressively through my hair for the millionth time that day, I wiped the single tear off my cheek that had fallen from my eye, I stood up took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to grab a bowl of Cheerios!

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I was chilling on the worn out couch, laying down, feet thrown up and crossed. Sitting comfortably, eating my breakfast, a bowl of Cheerios, watching the music channel, Black Veil Brides were playing Goodbye Agony, when a soft, barely audible knock sounded on the front door.

I put the bowl down on my glass coffee table and stood up, smoothing down my blue jeans and black t-shirt I walked over to the door, who could it be a ten in the morning? I know it's not early, but no one really visited me.

Confused, I groaned slightly opening the front door, immediately plastering a fake smile on my face. Mrs Francesca was stood outside, her white hair in multi-coloured curlers and her pink fluffy pyjamas on, a blue slipper on her left foot and a pink slipper on her right. She was extremely old and often asked me if I'd run some errands, so I wasn't surprised when she asked me if I'd get her some milk and bread from our local shop, being the good girl I am, I said yes and watched the old frail women wobble back to her house. I stifled a laugh, knowing it would be disrespectful to the old woman.

I walked back to my black couch and grabbed the empty bowl of cereal; I placed it in the sink and grabbed my black leather jacket from off the dining room chair. I grabbed my keys, iPhone and handbag and walked to the door. Stopping by my mirror I stared at my reflection, my blonde hair was down to my bum and bounced in soft curls, my blue eyes sparkling. I had full lips and a bubbly appearance. My blonde hair complemented my cheek bones and I had a permanent blush, which was very annoying sometimes, on my cheeks.

Grabbing the front door handle, I pulled it open and headed to the shop, not knowing what fate had in store for me...

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Walking to the shop the sun was shining down, it's ray's warming my skin as if hearing my previous thoughts about my parents and wanting to somehow comfort me. The heat was nearly unbearable and the sky was clear blue, little clouds scattered here and there, a picture perfect day. I took the same route every time, the route I chose always took me by a park, and like normal it was crowded with small children laughing and playing on the slides and swings. I guess I took this route because it made me think of how my parents might have taken me to the park as a child, maybe they would have helped me on the climbing frame or pushed me on the swings.

I breathed in the fresh air and smiled to myself. I do like my life it was peaceful and quiet, I didn't and had never had a boyfriend. I believed that by having one you caused yourself to much drama. I preferred my life drama free.

I turned down Ashford street, then surprisingly walked past my other neighbour, Mr Harris coming out of the shop and I decided to be polite and say hello. "Good morning Mr Harris," I smiled at him politely, Mr Harris was about 40 years old and didn't talk much, so when he smiled back at me I took that as an answer and walked into the shop.

"Hey Sapphire, how are you today?" The shop keeper Blake asked me, he was about 20 and was a huge flirt. His chocolate eyes sparkled in the light, he ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair smiling warmly at me, he was attractive and handsome, but I didn't want a boyfriend. Not after the week I've had!

"Hey Blake, I'm good how's you?" I smiled warmly back at him.

"Oh same old same old, waiting for the girl of my dreams to come into my shop again, Oh wait! She's stood right in front of me," I giggled and grinned at him.

"Surely you didn't mean me Blake!" He smiled down at me walking over, he hugged me. Blake was more of a brotherly figure in my life than anything else.

"I'm sorry I can't talk long Blake, Mrs Francesca is waiting for her bread and milk," I said pulling away from His warm embrace; he rolled his eyes knowingly, but he still looked upset. He gave me a small smile and went back behind the till to serve a customer, who was giving me the evil eyes. I grabbed a green hand held basket and started to walk around the small corner shop.

I grabbed a small loaf of bread, a bottle of green top milk and started to walk back up to the till. Scaring the crap out of me, a tallish man in a black mask came charging in, knocking the bell above the door off in the process.
A shiver of horror ran down my spine at the realisation that the masked man was holding up a black shot gun, "get down on the ground! Now!" He screamed. His voice was low and held a hint of nervousness as he talked.

Without realising it, I fell to the floor, dropping the basket and it's contents and watched as the man pointed the gun at Blake. Blake held up his hands, shaking slightly as he stared at the gun in the mans hand. He looked deathly pale and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Why should he point a gun at someone who was innocent? He was pathetic if you ask me, maybe if the guy got a job, he wouldn't need to steal from shop owners like Blake. My courage overcame my common sense, so naturally I shouted, "Hey, leave him alone and grow up you pathetic man!" I pulled myself from off the floor, brushing dirt off my blue jeans.

The man turned around and pointed the gun at me, I signalled for Blake to run; he got up from behind the till, gave me one last worried look and ran. Hopefully he would call the cops.

"Well look who's trying to play hero? You do realise this gun is loaded right? One shot and puff... your gone." A malicious grin spread on his face. The disgusting smell of alcohol drifted up my nose. Great this guy was drunk. I admit I was slightly scared, not of the man but of the lethal gun held in his shaking hand.

"I'm sorry, but your money source just got away," I smiled smugly, Blake was my friend and I was glad he was safe. I watched, from what I could see, the gun mans' skin turn tomato red. His nostrils flared menacingly and his dark eyes gleamed with pure anger.

"You little bitch! You're gunna pay for this!" He screamed at me. Before I could register what he had done, a loud bang rang through the shop.

I looked down at my stomach, I could feel a sharp shooting pain; blood slowly began to fall from the bullet hole. Mesmerised and not completely understanding what had happened, I pressed my shaking fingers to the wound and slowly brought them to my face. Red. I sank to my knees and stared at the man in shock. He actually fired the gun, that assh0le fired the gun! So much for stalling till the police came.

"Shit, erm don't take this personally...I'm sorry I wasn't thinking, I did warn you..." The man sobered up looking horrified at his actions and quickly turned away. Clumsily falling into some bottles, smashing everywhere he ran to the door. I could hear far away sirens, but deep inside I knew this was it.

Before he left I whispered, "Why," but when he didn't answer and ran out the shop, I fell onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. This is how I would die, alone on a cold, hard shop floor where I had decided to play hero. Maybe if I'd have let Blake in, I wouldn't feel so alone, maybe... The darkness crept in and the pain slowly dulled. My own blood surrounded me. Death. This was it, I had nobody to leave behind and nobody would be waiting for me. My breathing became slower and my heart rate dulled. I screamed the last name I ever thought I would. "Lucifer!" My voice came out cracked and weak. Everything went dark...

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