Casey Jones walked down the busy streets heading to her most favorite place in the entire world. The coffee shop was just around the corner. It was tucked away from the crowded streets, making it the perfect place to go when you wanted to be alone.
Turning the corner she could see the coffee shop. As she pushed open the door, a tingling of bells notified that she was here. The smell of coffee penetrated her senses as she took a seat in the corner.
The shop was nearly empty, save for the few people quietly chatting and the employees.
Absolutely perfect.
Casey pulled out her book and started reading. Such a silly concept this book claimed. The book was about how a boy changed a girls life. Casey rolled her eyes at the thought. How absurd.
Casey placed her book down on the table. She looked around the coffee shop to see the exact same thing she sees every other time she looked around the coffee shop. Dark grey sofas sat across from her. White table cloths with clear vases holding different shades of grey flowers.
Everything was colorless.
Everything was boring.
And Casey hates it. She wants to see more than this town has to offer. She even sometimes wishes she could see colors, but that's such a silly thought. No one could see colors. Plus if you proclaimed that you could see colors, they would lock you away. To never be seen or hear from again.
Casey shuddered at the thought. She decided that she should continue to read her book and not think about it. Her story, however was cut short due to her looking up at the ring of bells. At the door was a man who looked slightly disheveled.
Casey didn't pay much attention to it, and instead went back to reading her book. After a while Casey started to feel uneasy. She felt as though someone was staring at her. She tried to brush away the feeling, but she couldn't.
She looked up to see the man that was at the door way staring at her. He had taken a seat at the dark grey couch me across from her. She looked at his grey eyes and then quickly looked back down at her book.
She felt something odd in her stomach. There was a gnawing feeling that she couldn't ignore. What it was, she couldn't tell. She swiftly got up and started heading for the door. Just as she passed by the couches, the man stopped her.
His hand was on her shoulder, and the gnawing feeling just got worse. It was nagging her to do something, she just didn't know what.
Casey turned to look at the man, and finally got a good look at him. He was more disheveled up close. He has a sharp jaw bone, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while.
Then she looked in his eyes again. His grey orbs seemed more dull this close to him. Then he spoke.
"I saw you looking at me from across the room."
This made Casey almost scoff. He was staring first. He moved his hand slightly and Casey remembered the gnawing feeling in her stomach. Her heart started pounding.
"And I just wanted to say-"
Casey couldn't hear the rest of what the man was saying. Her hear was pounding so loudly and there was a slight ringing in her ears. Her stomach felt like it was on fire and the feeling just kept getting worse.
This man was about the change her life. Not like in her romance novel, where they change each other's life for the better. No.
This man. This man was going to be the first person that she kills.
The feeling seemed to grow with the thought. Yes. That's what she was going to do. She didn't really know why, but it seemed like it was a good idea.
She slowly reached down in her purse whilst trying to listen to what the guy was saying. Her heart beat started to slow down a little as she smiled and nodded at the man. She was still digging in her purse until her fingers touched the cool metal.
She quickly wrapped her fingers around the smooth metal of her keys and smiled at the man.
Interrupting him she asked, "Do you wanna get out of here?"
The man smirked a little, agreeing to go. Casey took his hand dragging him out the shop. She pulled him to the alley way and walked slowly behind him. Looking at her surroundings, she noticed a board of wood on the pavement.
Slowly making her way toward the wood, the man turned and looked at her. His mouth was moving, but she couldn't hear anything he was saying. All she heard was white noise. The grey colors around her seemed to blend together.
She reached down and grabbed the board. Gripping it tightly in her hands. She looked back at the man to see a slightly worried expression. He was trying to cover it up, she could tell.
Casey started walking towards the man. The noise getting louder in her head. The man was talking and moving backwards. He was about to turn away and run, but it was too late. She rammed the board at the back of his head, knocking him down to the ground.
She quickly got on top of him. Taking her keys she stabbed one of them in his jugular vein. Pulling them out, she wiped the blood on his shirt. That's when she saw it.
Red.
Red was coming out of the mans neck.
What is happening. Casey jumped up looking at the man. She just killed this man. She smiled a little.
She killed this man.
And it felt great.
She turned away from the man, leaving him bleeding in the alley way. She quickly walked home, not wanting anyone to see the blood on her hands. The red blood. Not grey.
