Life is the art of dying
~Atticus
Annabeth's POV
"Yeah, just two", I answered lifelessly and then scanned the code to pay for the apparent dinner. I took a seat on the wooden bench in front of the food truck. A deep sigh left my mouth as I looked at my mobile screen display, it's 10:02. Ryan must be hungry and waiting for me. I tried calling him thrice but every damn time it said
"The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable or is out of coverage area, please try again later"
Oh come on, the person I'm trying to reach is ten minutes from here. What is wrong with today? I texted him instead.
I sat there tossing a pebble between my feet, getting impatient by each passing second. The furry long coat I wore turned out to be a show piece; it didn't do much to protect me on this chilly winter night. My idle mind got nothing else to do but play a rewind of today's events again, which I so badly want to erase. My boyfriend whom I slowly started to trust dumped me and the reason: he doesn't feel the sparks between us like before anymore. Seriously, what are we? Electrical wires?
I can't believe I actually imagined a life with that jerk! Even worse, I'm fired from my job just because I didn't made a deal with a self-obsessed jerk. Tell me, how can a day get worser than this? My eyes filled with tears in no time. God damit, not the waterfalls again, Anna.
When my burritos are ready, I wasted no time in picking them up and started to walk letting my blurry vision guide me. Home is just a ten minute walk from here and I know the routes very well that I can reach there even if I am blind-folded. I passed by four happy persons, two daily stores and one huge house which belongs to my dear boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. I had to control my urge to pick up a rock and break the glass.
An instant regret filled me about my decision to walk as again mentally I got nothing to do, I thought it might help me divert but it didn't. A bundle of questions popped up in my mind. What do I do from tomorrow? How will I pay the loans? Rent? Ryan's school fees? What do I tell my mother? Does she even care? Should I ask for her help? Or should I beg on the streets? Of course beg duh. My inner self taunted.
After a minute of reflection, I realized I am actually and officially both, broken and heart-broken. I chuckled at myself and came to a conclusion that the solution to all of this is: find a fine bar to keep me sane and a job that pays tons ASAP.
Now, all I can hear is my breathing and footsteps and a dog barking somewhere in the background as I continued my way, the eerie silence didn't bring any serenity but the quite opposite actually.
As I was walking in the narrow alley, I stumbled upon something. I looked down to find a brown leather shoe. My eyes widened when I noticed that the shoe is attached to a leg and that leg to a torso. It is a man! I immediately checked his pulse. Nope. He's dead. A horrified gasp left my mouth when I acknowledged that it was a dead body lying in front of me. Someone murdered him, hit marks on his face and his bloody shirt are the proof to it. God, what do I do?
I rushed to hide behind a dustbin when I heard a sound of horn and a dazed light appeared from behind me. I'm sure they couldn't have seen me, yet my heart is racing so fast. As I'm facing the opposite side, I have no vision. I can hear few people and I imagine them surrounding the body.
"Clean this shit up", some gruff male voice muttered with thick accent before I heard a- did he just spit on a dead person? My fear overpowered my conscience to not register the most horrible act I've just come across. How do I always get myself trapped in these situations?
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The Devil's Trumpet
Adventure"All of this, it's unnecessary. My testimony against you won't pose any danger, and even if it did, you could handle it, couldn't you?", I briefed out the obvious. "No. Not if the danger is posed by you, Anna", he murmured huskily close to my ear. I...
