Piece

Massacre

I saw a weird dream, it was that boy again, and not a child anymore. And he grabbed my hand. As we looked at a sea. And it was an empty dark sea, and a moon was nearby us, and it was fading away.

And that boy said to me, "Let's go."

After that, I wake up. And my eyes are wide open, today I will go again. I get up from my bed again, and I check the time from my phone .. and it's past the noon. And I go do my usual routine, and after that, I wash my face. And I eat some food, a sandwich with a slice of vegan meat, and I drink some water. And I eat a fruit. And after twenty minutes, I brush my teeth. Tomorrow I must take a shower.

I reach to my closet, and I put on my usual clothes, this time a black hoodie. With my dark jacket, and tight dark jeans again, and, black Converse.

I put my hair nicely on my side, wiping it with my hands, and I pull it upright with my fingers, to mess it up, and fall well, onto my pretty face.

And after that I take my leave, and I go outside of my apartment, and then I close my door. And no one seems to be nearby me, and I walk to the elevator, and its empty, and I step inside of it, and press the button to get down to the first floor. After I reach it shortly after that, I get outside of the elevator, and walk towards the entry door, and no one comes in my way, it almost feels like this is my chosen day, and it is only laid for me, and, before my own very eyes.

While I keep these thoughts in my mind, I open the exit door, and walk outside, the day feels breezy, but not too heavy, however, there is no sun on the sky, because it is an early autumn.

Shortly after gathering up my fucking thoughts again, I get to the street I walk past by everyday. And on my way through there, I see a newspaper on the ground, and I pick it up with my right hand, and then I take it to my other hand, and I check a headline. (3 people killed again, another killer on the loose? Possible serial killer?) I laugh a little .. saying in my mind, .. No, just me. Not anyone else.

The another headline says, (2 couple found dead next to popular pub, beaten to death beyond recognition.) (Who killed them?) I stare at the newspaper saying nothing...

Until I mutter to myself, Haven't found that kid yet huh? .. Maybe later.

And then I drop the newspaper down, as I usually do.

And I check my phone, and it's already one o'clock. And I decide that I need to get something to eat, as I am pretty hungry. And I walk away and head away from the streetwalk. And I go get something more to eat at a nearby cafe. I just need a random healthy fucking meal. Because I will have a busy day today. And I must not get weary. Or distracted, because this killing spree of mine. Is far from over.

Shortly after my next thoughts, I reach a cafe, and I walk to its front door, and then I open it, and I step inside, and there are not many customers around, this is perfect.

And then I check the cafe out, and some people are sitting relaxed on their table seats, yet shocked by the news, as they read the same newspapers I had found and seem to talk about it, and one guy says, "Gosh, so awful what a maniac." And other guy says, "Maybe they deserved it, you know. This or whatever and whoever killed them, really meant it."

And then a girl says, "Gosh, it's insane, this killer slash murderer is insane, but does it matter though? No one cares if these people are dead."

And a woman with her in front of her says, "Yeah, but it's so brutal, what kinda human being could even do all that, it's not simply possible."

And she drinks her drink which I know is cappucino, and she has an opposite hair from the girl in front of her, and for that, she is pretty stupid.

And one man just looks shocked with few others, and the guys sit on my left side at a window table, and then at the middle are the two girls, who are facing each other, and then to my right, the rest, and I like the seats, because they have my favourite color on them, and it seems like everyone loves to have them, because I see these types of seats everywhere that I go, and I really like it.