Unwelcome

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5 years ago

      A shadow of a man watched through a window.

Inside was a little girl wearing a white dress. She kneels on the floor with her hands dangling at her sides.

A bloody weapon lays on her lap, painting her dress in crimson. Her shoulders are shaking as she bows her head. Fat teardrops rain down on the dagger sliding off her lap.

He watches as she cries silently without a sound.

Her pain weighs the room down with each silent sob that shudders through her.

Somewhere inside, a door slams open.

The girl straightens and quickly wipes her tears with the backs of her palms. Her hand swipes at her cheeks leave angry red marks on the pale skin.

      When she lifts her head, her eyes are red rimmed, her dark lashes sticking together framing intense brown eyes that look too serious for her age. As though they had seen things that most people see later on in life— She had an adults eyes.

She gets up and at the same time a man stalks into the room his demeanor anxious. Her dagger slips of her lap and clatters onto the floor, breaking the silence.

Once she gets to her feet, how much the man towers over finally shows. He stands tall, his head lightly grazing the small ceiling while her figure barely reaches his stomach.

      He is wearing a charcoal suit, his signature loafers and a semi-automatic pistol rests on his belt shining in the dim lights. His name is Alan Black.

Alan Black leans towards the girl who is supressing her shivers and staring at his shoes.

      "What's wrong doll?" He asks her, his voice is gentle but his tone is not. "Did something happen?"

She doesn't say anything.

Instead, she slowly raises her head until her eyes meet Alan's.

    "Did something happen?" He repeats, the gentleness now gone.

Slowly, the girl moves her head just slightly— a small up and down movement.

He inches his face closer to her painstakingly slowly until he is directly next to her ear.

    "You killed him didn't you?" He whispers with a smile.

Again. The girl does not speak a single word. She just nods her head stiffly.

This time though, tears start to brim at her eyes.

       "You know what happens to dolls who don't listen?" He asks her with what sounds like genuine curiosity.

The girl nods again, this time frantically her hair shaking out of the loose bun that ties it back.

       "They get punished right?" He finally says after a long moment silence.

He doesn't wait for her to answer to grab her by the shoulders. Immediately, she flinches and watches what he's going to do next with wide, fearful eyes.

Alan Black then reaches under the flaps of shirt and pulls out his iconic matte-black pistol.

The man outside the window just watched as Alan Black put the barrel of the gun to her head.

       The girl closed her eyes and a single tear fell from them before she opened them again and stared at Alan Black from behind the cold barrel of his pistol.