S.H.I.T

kill me

Suicide is were you kill yourself, right? Is that, like, anyway? If I jumped into  shark infested waters would that mean I committed suicide?

If it is would that be as soon as I jumped or after my heart stops beating? If it is considered suicide then I'm about to commit suicide right now.. I've written my note a thousand times but keep deleting it.

I type on my soft pink key board about only thing on my mind. My death. If you look at me you probably think I'm the happiest person in the world but no.. I'm just not meant for this world. 

Fudge, this isnt supposed to be a suicide note.. How do I go about this? At my white desk I prop my feet on the desk and straight my pale legs. The chair I'm in goes back, balancing on two legs.

When I go a little to far back I almost fall so I quickly lean forward hitting my keyboard in the process and then my eyes widen as I see what I just did.

Me: I don't know how this works, I have monsjyrcxhknvd47icd

I blush at my clumsiness. Oh no! I accidentally really just sent this person that!? Kellin, what the heck happened to good impressions!?

Them: wow, idk what that is but it sounds cool

Oh my goddd, killers aren't supposed to be funny. I bite my index finger lightly as I look at the message.

Me: Excuse me, I fell and accidentally sent that.. However I was wondering how this worked? ^-^

Them: There's a few steps.. First we talk on the phone, then we meet up, I- ya know, and then you pay me

Me: that sounds like prostitution..

Them: give me your number

I sigh trying to gather myself. I fix my white skirt and crack my knuckles. I'm giving a hitman my number.. We are then going to talk on the phone and then meet.. This is so scary and it makes me anxious.

I type in my number and send it to him.  When my phone starts ringing I almost fall out of my chair. I press answer and put it to my ear.

"That was fast, I didn't even have time to prepare myself," I giggle nervously. Does my voice sound too soft? Oh gosh I hope he doesn't think I'm a girl. Well okay I dont have a problem with that but it might be awkward when he sees I'm a boy.

"Y-yeah um.. this is the person from the website right?" He sounds confused and a little concerned. His voice is really unique and I absolutely love British accents.

"Yes sir," I chirp and go to my mirror looking at myself. I'm.. cute. I look like a doll if I'm being honest. The pastel clips in my black shoulder length match my outfit. My lips have sparkly pink lipstick on them. Not guyish at all.

"Sir? That's a first," he says and I blush.

"Sorry I didn't want to say mister killer man so sir came out," I explain softly grabbing the soft carpet with my socket toes the best I can.

"Alright, so reframe from saying anything that could incriminate me. When are you free I need to see you face to face so I can know I'm not being recorded," he say and I try not to love his accent. He's not the kind of person who most people like to talk to, or even exists.

But I'm not most people. I'm really... understanding? "I'm free anytime, you aren't going to hurt me right?" I ask and he sighs.

"I get that so much: no, I'm not going to hurt you. This is just to get information. How about now?" He says and my eyes widen. Do I look okay? I look in the mirror harder for answers.

"S-sure, where?" I say putting on my pastel blue platform boots.

"How about Starbucks. Tell me what you're wearing so I can spot you," he says.

"I.. uh, have on a pastel blue crop top on and a white skirt, I'm easy to spot," I say softly and he makes a noise.

"Okay, meet me at the Starbucks on the beach. Not the crappy one but the one that's acrossed from waffle house, in about a hour" he says and I nod before realizing he can see me.

"Okie, byee," I say and then he hangs up. That was so stressful yet not stressful..

-

Nervously I sit at Starbucks alone with a hot chocolate in my hands. The place smells like coffee and theres people chattering and music playing but it's not new a loud store.

I don't drink coffee, I think it tastes gross. However I do like how it smells. I take a sip and as I do so a guy about mid twenties sits across from me causing me to inhale my drink.

I cough soft covering my mouth and putting my cup down. They guy is super attractive, like, is he even real? Those cheekbones could save lives- no I don't know what that means but I'm trying to say is this guy is hot as fuck.

That's saying a lot because I dont cuss. "You were right, you are easy to spot," he says and my lips part. THIS IS THE HITMAN?? My eyes are wide and I probably look very stupid at this moment.

"O-oh, yeah, that's not to bad with what we are doing right?" I ask softly knowing nobody can hear me except for they guy with the lovely accent.

"It's fine, we don't look suspicious. So I want you to fill this out," he says giving me a piece of paper with really neat handwriting. He gives me a pen too.

Name (first and last): Kellin Bostwick

Address: *pretend I put an address*

Name of victim: myself

Their adress: ^

Reasoning why: because..

How: not painfully.. maybe in my sleep?

After filling it out I look up at him to see he's looking out the window. I side it back to him biting my lip as he looks at it confused. He looks at me and I blush looking away.

"You know this isn't prostitution right?" He says making me giggle.

"I know, I'm aware what we are doing," I mumble feeling a little sad now that I'm saying it.

"Why?" He asks and I pout.

"Lots of reasons- oh or do you mean why higher someone? I'm just to scared to do it myself. Like, I did this but it didn't work," I say taking off my pink choker.

He looks at the ropes bruises around my neck and frowns. I put it back on and he seems to be thinking. "So yeah, I dont want to half do it and my parents are loaded so they wont miss the money, or realize its gone," I tell him and he nods.

"Okay, so when?" He asks.

"Um.. like, completely random in the night. I don't want to know because I dont want to be scared when I die..so from now till a month? Just so I cant assume when it will happen," I tell him and he nods.

"Is that it? Oh, how should I pay?" I ask.

"Set a payment timer and the amount to me and set it at the end of the month so that way I know I'll get my money," he says.

He gets up. "Well, I'm going.. I'll see you later," he says and leave.

Oh gosh..

Now I have a killer after me.

I smile to myself. I'm finally going to be able to get free...

There will be a second part later

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