He's a Killer

I miss you - 5

TW:  funeral, self harm, smoking.

1703 words

EDIT: i had to unpublish this chapter because I accidentally published it without realising and there was a huge gap in the story line, enjoy!

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"What the fuck," I whispered to myself, getting up slowly, cigarette still hanging from my parted lips.

The smoke seeped up into my eye, burning my eyes making them water. I never thought I would see this mans face on earth ever again.

"What is a kid like you doing down a dark alleyway?" The mans husky voice bounced from the brick walls of the small place.

I laughed, "What would you like to know," I replied as a rhetorical question.

"I'm serious," he told me, "surely you have something important tomorrow, you should rest." I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that he knew what was going on, my mothers funeral was tomorrow. This guy however did save me, I was sure he was the one whom had held me at gun point soon followed by making me get off from my knees so he could inspect the damage that the bullies had done.

"Whatever could be so important, I could even say the same thing to you," I responded, a grunt falling from my lips.

I flicked the cigarette out into the rain and watched it burn to a mere smoulder. I let the void of talking to be swallowed by the noise of the downpour, until he spoke again, walking right by me, only inches away.

"You may not know it, but I know more about you and your family that you could know yourself," he slid a piece of paper into the coat I was wearing and began to walk away.

"Rest," he said, his russian was clearly well practiced.

I let my eyes trail his path as he walked into the black mist of the surrounding alleyway. My mind wandered, what did he know about my family that I didn't?

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I woke up the next morning, my phone was wrapped into my chest. I barely recalled what even happened last night.  The curtains were wide, the sun shining directly into my eyes.

Damnit, I thought.  The funeral is today, I'll end up being a soppy mess.  But, it was ok to grieve over large inconvenience like this.  Sounds bad that I'm referring to her death as an inconvenience, but it's the truth.  At least she is resting in a better place, away from abuse.  She wouldn't even want me to shed a tear.

I heard a soft knock on the door, before Nico's face popped through the door.

"Time to get up, kid," he whispered softly, "three hours to get ready before we leave."

I only grumbled in response.  "What am I going to wear?"

"I have a suit you can have, don't worry about giving it back you can have it," my eyes lit up slightly at his response.

"Thank you," I replied softly.

As I hopped out of bed, Nico closed the door I went to the coat I had worn the night before, and pulled out a piece of paper with a phone number on it.  I didn't really know what to do with it, but I knew myself that I would eventually have to message it and find out what it was for.

I went into the bathroom to have a shower.  I stripped down to nothing, and then I had to wrap my leg up before hopping in the shower and turning on the hot water.  I let the water drip down my back, the feeling letting me ground myself.  I felt my anxiety settling down, maybe today won't be so bad after all.