Lucid [✔️]

36 [Fin]*

We're on to something, y'all....
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This had only been Caleb's second time murdering someone.

An innocent someone.

But a someone nonetheless.

So cleaning up was a bit awkward.

How did he get rid of the body? He couldn't leave it in the apartment. 'Cause then it'd start to stink. And it'd attract the bug. And Caleb hated bugs.

And he couldn't just carry the body outside out in the open ...

Unless ... he cleaned his body off first.

Good thinking, Caleb!

The curly-haired male hummed to himself as he picked up Minho's half-clothed body and moved him to the bathroom.

Of course remembering to lift with his legs.

He removed the rest of the male's clothes and carefully placed him in the tub before filling it up with water. Hot water first. And then cool water.

As the water filled in, he added some bubble soap.

Once the tub was filled up and the bubbles were to Caleb's liking, he rolled ups his sleeves and got to work.

He began to wash Minho's corpse. Especially the parts he had touched. And once the job was done, he drained the tub and dried the older off before putting him in some fresh clothes and then throwing his body over his shoulder.

Then they were off.

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No one really questioned Caleb.

Not that he had expected any.

Alright. That was a lie. He kinda hoped that one person would ask him what he was doing as he carried Minho's dead body across the street to get his car.

Alas, no one did. But that's okay. Caleb hated it when people were in his business anyways.

"Why did you do that?"

Caleb froze, his key stuck in the ignition. But he didn't turn on the car yet.

No. He was just frozen in his spot.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you kill Minho? He didn't do anything to you?"

Caleb frowned at his sister's words. He hated upsetting her. He really did.

And she sounded a little upset.

"'Cause mum told me to ... kinda."

His sister let out a snort of laughter. "When and why would she say something like that?"

Now Caleb couldn't quite remember when she had said that. In fact, he couldn't remember what she had said either. Not totally at least. Just bits and pieces.

"I ... yo no sé." He shook his head and resumed starting the car.

"It doesn't matter now, though. What's done is done. I can't go back. Besides, he was trash anyways. He just wanted me for my body. Just like my ex."

"Are you talking about Andrew?"

Caleb nodded his head again and fastened his seatbelt before adjusting his mirrors.

And then he was off.

"Retrasado! How do you know they were using you for your body? How do you know that they weren't telling the truth?"

Her voice ceased for a minute.

"Newsflash, Jones, you're not the best-looking fish in the sea. If they both stayed with you for as long as they did, they probably actually did like you."

"I doubt it. I could tell that they were lying."

Caleb came to a stop at a red light and he took the opportunity to glance over at Minho. His head had been hanging awkwardly to the side. Caleb, being the nice person he was, fixed his head so it was straight.

The light turned green and he was off again.

"Could you really? You seem to have trouble telling the difference between reality and unreality lately. Just take this moment for instance. You think you're talking to me. But I'm dead."

Caleb fell silent shaking his head slightly as he drove. "Silly girl." He chuckled.

His sister always had been a little silly. Always telling jokes and trying to get people to crack a smile.

"And soon you'll be dead too."

"What do you-"

The ear-rattling sound of an 18-wheeler sounded, cutting Caleb off. And before he could pinpoint the exact location, there was a crash.

And everything went black ...

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Fin. Hahahah. Sorry.