One-shots

Calmness

Writing prompts:

She opened her apartment door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her.

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Layla woke up in the morning like usual but there was an unusual feeling in her chest. She didn't think much of it. She did her morning routine like usual and took a cab to work. She went on with her day like ordinary but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. At lunch she got a call to private office phone from a unknown number, she didn't answer. She kept going with her day but in the back of her mind there was something telling her that something was wrong. After work she went to the grocery store and bought food. She took the cab home and when she got outside her apartment she knew something was wrong. She slowly opened the door to the apartment to find hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him. He had found her. Layla walked into the apartment to put the groceries away and then she was going to clean up and throw all the roses away. Hopefully she could stay at a friends house. But there was this little voice in her head that kept repeating the same thing over and over again. What if he's still here? She grabbed a knife and walked around the house. First the livingroom then the bathroom, and lastly the bedroom. She walked in, anxious. There he was, sat with his back against the door. He hadn't heard her walk in and he was concentrated in his phone so she took the chance and quickly ran up behind him and plunged the knife into his neck. Blood, so much blood and it was everywhere. Layla was petrified, she didn't mean for it to happen but he just kept coming back to her. What was she going to do with the body. You have to get rid of the evidence and the body. Was she really thinking this, she had to go to the police and tell them what happened. She couldn't hide this. Of course you can. Unless you want to get arrested. There was no real reason you could kill him for. Not anymore at least. She felt herself breathing heavily. I need to clean up. Layla started cleaning up the blood with some towels and changed the sheets. I have to throw it all out, and then I need to think of a way to dispose of the body. Maybe if I burned the body. No! You have to put it in acid but the first thing you gotta do is take the teeth and get rid of possible ways to discover DNA. Okay? I'll do that instead. She wrapped the body in the sheets and a carpet. She cleaned the floor under the carpet and then put the body in the closet for the moment so she could go out and buy acid and other things she would need. She went to go out but the voice in her head stopped her. Where do you think you're going? You have to change clothes before you go out. Unless you want people to know that you just killed a man. Shit, can't believe I forgot about that. She went and took of her clothes and threw them away, then put on some clean ones. Layla took the cab to the store and bought a plier. She had to buy the acid online. She also bought cleaning things and some chocolate. Really? Now? I'm stressed, I need chocolate. She kept going to the cashier and then went home. The first thing she did was google "where can I buy acid?". She clicked on the first link. It was a site that sells acid and delivers it pretty fast. She cleaned the search history and closed the computer. She had to fix this fast, before the corps starts to rot and smell. Good luck. She heard the voice one last time. It was worse than the other times. She could hear the evilness and sarcasm in the voice. Hope you do better next time.

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A/N

So this was my first one-shot here. Hope you liked it. Most one-shots will be rather short but I might try make them longer.

Au revoir little biscuits!