I won't get into the gory details, but I took care of the body. If anyone wanted to view Justin Atkins body, they would have to go to the cemetery at the end of fifth street and view Ava Anderson's grave, where he is buried just beside her newly placed coffin.
As I rode my bike back to the bar, I felt a weight over me. I usually feel this way after my kills, but this one was different. I don't know if it was because he was my former teacher, or because this was my second one in a row, or because I had so many positive emotions and memories associated with his face, but this hurt.
At the underground, Viper gave me another grand. I didn't want to take it. I wanted to go give it to Mr. Atkins family and apologize for what I did, but I couldn't. I reluctantly took the money and went back upstairs.
I knew I had to get back so I could be there when Riley woke up, so I couldn't wait around for long.
I noticed Bullseye was working the bar again, so I figured I would say hi before I left.
"Hey boomer," he said while wiping the counter with a rag.
"Hey."
I sat on a stoll, got a cigarette out of my bag and lit it.
"Feeling better today? You only smoke when you are stressed."
"Worse," I blew out the poisonous air I was holding in.
We sat in silence for a bit as he catered to other people and I thought about my biggest dream.
"Do you ever think about death?" I suddenly blurted out and regretted it immediately.
He looked at me puzzled, tilted his head like a dog And starred at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Dying," I shrugged. "What it would be like to die, where you would go, the best way to do it."
He took a deep breath, probably debating between giving me a whole suicide prevention speech or ignoring it and blowing it off as "normal teenage things."
"Of course I've thought about it. You are living a lie if you haven't."
"Do you ever wish you were dead?"
"No, not necessarily. I just wish you could escape for a bit." He said while cleaning a glass.
"I get that," I nodded.
"I need to go, but here's my number, talk to me if you need anything," he wrote his number down on a nearby napkin and slid it over the table.
"Thanks," I smiled lightly at him.
He returned the smile along with a slight nod and left with a bucket of dishes to take to the back and clean.
At least all hope isn't lost for the world, there are still some decent people.
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FanficWhen Skylar's parents were arrested, she had to take over their business. She never wanted to be a criminal, but the only way out was by death. That is, until she runs away with a boy she hardly knows. As they cross the world, Skylar finds that she...
