Here I am, drunk, lying down beside my mother's grave. About five passer-by's already approached me and tried to seduce me into 'resting' with them. I looked at myself, wondering what had attracted them to approach a crazy girl lying around in a cemetery. I looked acceptable, appealing I guess. My make-up was still visible, I was wearing a black crop top that made my platinum blonde hair visible and a pair of blue ripped jeans topped with some black boots. I was getting ready to leave when I sensed as if someone or something was staring at me.
"Look, I do not want to 'rest' with you! Can't a girl just get drunk, visit her mom and complain about life by herself?" I staggered towards the exit waving my hands goodbye to whoever who was stalking me.
I stumbled over a branch and almost broke my nose if not for the stalker. I tried to look at his face but everything began to go fuzzy and before I knew it, everything went black. The sun shone brightly against my skin , argh I forgot to draw the curtains again. To my astonishment, I wasn't in my room, I was sleeping on a bench outside my bakery while my co-worker, Jenna stared at me with a smirk.
"Gwen, I can't believe you were too drunk last night to even make it in the bakery!" she giggled and snapped a few more photos of me.
"What happened? Did you bring me here?" my head was still buzzing as I reached for my keys.
"No silly, I dropped you off at the cemetery remember? You said you will walk home from there yourself?" she snatched the keys and unlocked the bakery.
After a whole day of work, my head was still pounding and I kept pondering over the mysterious guy who was with me last night. After locking the front door, I went up to the second floor and into my room. The bakery was all I had after my mom passed away and it was also the only thing she left me. Instead of selling the building, I figured that it would be better for me to run it myself. It was one of the better jobs out there for a nineteen year old. I was busy listening to music when I heard glass break from downstairs. Startled, I grabbed a baseball bat, I knew it would soon be useful , and head down.
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Charming Killer
WerewolfGwen works in a small bakery and lives in it too but not anymore due to a sudden break in by a few drug addicts. A few days later, they were murdered and the police are now starting to question Gwen and her whereabouts for the past few days. A myste...
