my sweet rose. BR<3KEN COLORS

part four

the following morning I wake up to an odd cold breeze brushing against me, I sit up and rub my eyes. Looking around my room I see my window is cracked open, did I do that? I don't remember opening it last night... that gets me worried, I'll buy a better lock for my window. I'm no dumbass, if someone's breaking in here they're not getting in again. I sigh, I can't worry about this right now I have to get to work. I close my window shut and go to lock it with the current lock I had but... I couldn't. the lock was broken, clearly there was some force when opening this window. I grunt and simply leave it as it is, shut. I grab my work uniform and quickly change into it before unplugging my phone from it's charger and slipping it into my pocket as I yanked my jacket off the rack near my front door and scoop up my keys. I've seen enough movies like this to know what not to do. Of course, I wanna know who it is but clearly they're skilled enough and they have the upper hand so I'm not just going to wait around for them to break in and possibly get kidnapped, killed, or other scenarios. As the day progressed, Damon found himself thinking about the events of the previous night and the following morning's incident. His heart raced with an unfamiliar mix of excitement, and weirdly, fear. how could get have gotten so lucky to not have been caught, for you to be so naive to not know it was him. Well, you'll know soon enough! He'll come clean to you.

The whole day, to my surprise I didn't see Damon. That's weird. Did I upset him last night? I don't think I did anything of the sort, hm. Well, now that works over I can finally tend to locking up my house securely. I have money to spare for these few locks, plus, my life is more important than money. I dropped by another market and scanned the isles for locks, and blinds. I found both and headed to the register just to bump into my recurring costumer. Damon. "MC! hello!~" he says, seemingly abnormally excited to me. I glance down at his basket. A crowbar, screwdrivers, rope. What the hell? I try to speak, but I can't. It feels as if there's a stone in my throat which I can't swallow. I look back up at Damon who now has a somewhat confused expression. "Uh.. You shopping too?" He smiles nervously, tilting his head. I simply nod awkwardly as I force a smile. "Cool! Well, I'll see you around, MC!" He says happily, waving goodbye. I think I've got my prime suspect.

Coming home, finally. I immediately get to setting up the locks and blinds. I'm not going to be stupid and play along, I need to bring these concerns up with someone. But, who?

End of part four. It's short, sorry 'bout that!