Sniper

Chapter 8

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Mild drug usage (weed) alcohol abuse and self harm
We gonna get edgy ladz
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From my perspective, there's 3 different kinds of people in this world. Those who are happy, those who try to convince themselves they're happy and those who just accept that they aren't and probably will never be happy.
I go through my day to day life and guess who's who even if I don't mean to. I've done this for so long that it's become almost second nature to me. I imagine people with little auras around them. Though this seems like a pathetic thing to do, people are easier to read than they want to believe so it's harder not to do this.
Day in day out, denial, denial, sad, denial, sad, like it's nothing at all.
I don't like looking in the mirror because of this; at least if I can see my face. I know what I am and I don't need to be reminded; I can hate myself enough without having to look at my fuck ugly face, I don't want to imagine that black aura I give off.
It's rare I see a happy person. Most folks are in denial. There's only one person I've met recently who is truly happy, Tord. He gives of such a radiant glow he looks like an angel in my eyes; I could look at him all day.

5 o'clock, my shift is over, time to go home and get shit faced.
As I'm leaving the shop I catch a glimpse of a familiar looking brunette dipping into an alleyway. I decide I want to surprise him.
I follow a little ways behind keeping as quiet as possible, although I find it curious that he went down this alley, there's nothing but industrial sized bins and fire escapes from the surrounding flats; it even stops at a dead end.
I peek round a corner and just as I expected there he was... but something was off.
He threw a large gym bag into the bin and it clattered and scraped as it slid down the sides of the relatively empty bin. It sounded off; it didn't sound like regular trash, I couldn't even begin to guess what was in it.

"Tord?" I spoke up coming out of my cover.

Tord jumped at the sound of my voice, his face paled, "Tom! What are you doing back here?"

His aura changed. Denial.

Though his tone was cheery I could see through it. What happened to him?

"I just got out of work, I saw you head this way and I wanted to surprise you," I paused, he said nothing, "what are you doing here? And what was in that bag?"

"Oh! That," he chuckled nervously, "It was just some old junk I had no use for here anymore, I didn't wanna put it in the trash near my apartment because they're full and my neighbours always complain if I'm the one who fills it."

"Okay." I didn't question him any more than that, but I couldn't understand why his whole vibe shifted. He was hiding something from me.

"What are you doing tonight?" Tord took my hand leading me out of the alley.

"Uh I was just gonna go home and chill a bit." I subtly looked over my shoulder one last time making sure to remember which bin he put the stuff in.

I didn't believe him, there was basically nothing in his flat that cluttered up the place, and if he thought it was just junk, why would he bring it in the first place. I was going to go back tomorrow and find out for myself what that was.
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"Goodnight." Tord kisses my lips gently and headed on his way.

He ended up coming over for a while but I managed to get him to leave a bit earlier than usual; I have work earlier than usual in the morning.
I watched from my peephole to make sure he was completely gone before I did anything.

Aaaand... gone! I bolt up the door, couldn't have anyone breaking in while I'm in the state I'll be in.
I sprint to my kitchen pulling out my bottle of vodka from the freezer and my special bin from under the sink. I'd been needing this all day.