Satin

Four

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Sizzle.

Sizzle !pop!

!pop!  Sizzle Sizzle.

'How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with a kiss.' 

Sizzle.

'Boiled or fried? I'm satisfied as long as I get my kiss'

!pop!

'How do you like your eggs in the morning? I like mine with a-'

!pop! splat.

'fuck!'

Scrape. Squeak clatter BANG plop. 

'Fuck this shit!'

Aspen groaned, opening her eyes slowly and yawning. She sat up slowly, confused and groggy.

 After getting off the phone with Maisie, Aspen had sat on the floor between the kitchen and living area with her plate of mac and cheese. In silence, she had eaten the entire plate and then sat and cried. She cried for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes with ugly wails and sniffs. She cried for Jasper. She cried for Clarence. She cried for the bruise on her face. For the burn on her arm. For the death of her father, Her mother. She cried because she missed Penny. Because she couldn't tell Geoff and Grace how much she loved them. Because she knew one day it would be too late. Because nothing made sense. Because she was scared. She cried and cried and cried. 

Even when the tears stopped falling and the sun had set, still she sat there. In silence. In nothingness. 

It was probably around nine in the evening when Aspen finally got up from the floor. She turned the television on and put on a random comedy movie before lying on the couch. She must have fallen asleep.

Now, the apartment was dark; whether this was because of the time of because the windows were blacked out, Aspen had no idea. The only light in the entire place came from the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes and sitting up a little bit more, Aspen thought she could see a figure moving around. In fact, she was sure of it. Gasping, she laid back down and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. 

Sizzle 

Sizzlesizzlesizzle

'Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me. I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.' A baritone voice sang.

!pop!

Aspen felt her heart beat faster and faster. Her breathing was becoming more laboured though she tried in vain to calm down. She had seen enough crime scene shows to know pretending to be asleep was her best shot at survival. She groaned and rolled over to her side, pretending to awaken slowly. The figure froze for a moment and waited to see if she would move again. When she didn't, he carried on singing.

Letting out a shaky breath, Aspen slowly opened her eyes again and almost cried when she saw her phone on the coffee table. Slowly, she reached out and grabbed it. She looked back to her kitchen where the figure was still singing. After making sure her phone was on silent, Aspen opened the phone app and dialled 911. 

'Hello, 911 what's your emergency?' a female voice asked. Aspen opened her mouth to answer but before she could, the phone was snatched from her hands. 

'End.' He sang, ending the phone call and throwing her phone to the other side of the couch. The figure walked to the front door and turned all the lights in the apartment on before stalking back over to the couch that Aspen was still laying on. Aspen's eyes widened in anger and recognition.