Losing

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Where there is light there is also dark, and this is what I have always believed. But never did I ever thought, that this was going to ruin my entire fucking life.

The newspaper, and the local news have brought to attention, that a new body has been found murdered, in a very similar way than the other one had been found before. And now they know that a killer is on the loose, but no one knows that it is about to get much more worse. After all, evil people are like a disease, and they never die, where as good people are always going to be gone.

After setting myself up for my new day, I get outside again, and I walk to a store nearby to buy myself a crowbar, and I want it to be fully red, because my next target will not die as fast as the other guy just did. And as I reach the store, I walk inside of it through the open doorway right in front of me, and I spot pretty much no one else around of me, but just few cashiers, but that doesn't really bother me. And I walk around the store to find myself a crowbar that I came there for, and few moments later I reach where all crowbars are kept, and I spot instantly with my side eyes a purely red crowbar on my left side on a shelf, and it is exactly what I want. And then I pick it up with my right hand, and I could not care less if it costs more than other colors do because it will be mine regardless. And as I walk with it to one of the cashiers who is a guy on my left side in the middle of the desk counter he greets me with a smile and says to me, "Hey bro. Oh you got yourself a tool you needed?" And I answer to him, "Yes." And I put my crowbar in front of him between of us on top of the desk counter, and he looks at it and me and says to me, "Nice one. I like the way your style is. Makes me want to sell it dirt cheap. But I don't answer for sales here." And I look at him with a slight smile and say to him, "Okay." And he uses a scanner to scan the crowbar's price tag and then he says to me, "Ten bucks." And I ask of him, "What? Just ten bucks? Wasn't it twenty bucks?" And then he answers to me, "Yeah but who cares. Sales come and go. You can have i..." And I interrupt him and say to him, "No kind sir. I will pay twenty bucks for it." And he says to me, "No. Pleas. Accept the sale price that I am giving you. I will not get in any trouble for it. After all. Ten bucks is nothing off ten right?" And I take my payment card out and answer to him, "Fine. Here. Ten bucks." And I swipe my card to a card reader on my right side and it goes through as usual. And then he says to me, "Have a lovely day sir." And I put away my card and I take my crowbar with me and say to him back, "You too." And then I walk away from him. He sold me a crowbar that was priced twenty bucks on ten bucks, whatte hell. What a nice dude. After getting my crowbar I walk away from the store.

And with everything now ready, I walk back to my apartment. No one was nearby that store that much at all. First it was a smiling cash girl at that cafe, and then that server boy .. and now this store's cashier, same thing, a happy man. But do they not see any of the news? All the better, I too do not like looking at them, because they surely piss me off.

But lord behold, I would have never thought, that I was going to be in a center of a news media, and across this whole world one day. Attention is a mind killer, because to me none of this truly fucking matters.

And as I get on by my own view, I leave the city streets behind of me. While I am not looking at anyone, or staring behind of me, and I walk as if I don't even exist.

That store's cashier wore so much red with a hat that he might as well be my favourite guy ever that I have ever encountered.

Shortly after walking through the street, I reach back to my apartment, and as I get inside again I take my jacket off, because I have already used my hand papers to clean my knife off, and I walk to my kitchen and grab my bloody papers in my hands from my kitchen table.. And then I shatter them straight into my trash bag with my little trash can below of me. And then I close its lid shut.

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