New Year [2]

(Kyle)

As the fireworks go off, the new year starts off with a literal bang –or two.

I could be home.

Sleeping.

Eating.

Reading.

Something.

The two killers sit beside me –the lifeless, bloody bodies of two innocent girls lay sloppily on the floor.

I feel sick.

What have they done to deserve this?

Hayden is on the way to pick me up, and Liam, Gale and Owen -the guys who are usually responsible for cleaning these kinds of messes up- are on their way as well.

When they get here, I’m going to have Hayden take me away.

I want no part in this.

It’s hard enough, watching the woman you love shoot herself in the head and bleed onto the wooden floor of an abandoned warehouse.

It’s not any better of a sight watching two corpses with their hands tied behind their backs lying back to back on the ground.

I get chills and look away.

This is fucking ridiculous.

My phone vibrates.

Mal: hApPy nEW yEAr gUyS

I scoff.