The day I died.....

The whole week had passed by without

another visit from Lucifer, which I was

entirely grateful for. It was finally the

weekend now and all I wanted was to chill

out and enjoy my day off. I was exhausted

mentally and physically thinking about

Lucifer, was he all in my head? Did I imagine

him? Have I walked past him going to work?

I ran my hands through my tangled hair and

walked towards my sofa.

I thought about how different life would be

for me if I had known my parents, did they

even love me? Obviously not, or they wouldn't

have left me on the steps at the orphanage! I

wonder if I knew my parents now, have I met

them, I could have passed them on the street,

sat next to them on a bus or even served them

in the café! I wonder who I looked like the

most, mum or dad? They left no pictures just

my first name. If they had left their last name,

maybe I could have found them...

Running my fingers aggressively through my

hair for the millionth time that day, I wiped

the single tear off my cheek that had fallen

from my eye, I stood up took a deep breath

and went into the kitchen to grab a bowl of

Cheerios!

I was chilling on the worn out couch, laying

down, feet thrown up and crossed. Sitting

comfortably, eating my breakfast, a bowl of

Cheerios, watching the music channel, Black

Veil Brides were playing Goodbye Agony, when

a soft, barely audible knock sounded on the

front door.

I put the bowl down on my glass coffee table

and stood up, smoothing down my blue jeans

and black t-shirt I walked over to the door,

who could it be a ten in the morning? I know

it's not early, but no one really visited me.

Confused, I groaned slightly opening the front

door, immediately plastering a fake smile on

my face. Mrs Francesca was stood outside,

her white hair in multi-coloured curlers and

her pink fluffy pyjamas on, a blue slipper on

her left foot and a pink slipper on her right.

She was extremely old and often asked me if

I'd run some errands, so I wasn't surprised

when she asked me if Id get her some milk

and bread from our local shop, being the good

girl I am, I said yes and watched the old frail

women wobble back to her house. I stifled a

laugh, knowing it would be disrespectful to

the old woman.

I walked back to my black couch and grabbed

the empty bowl of cereal; I placed it in the

sink and grabbed my black leather jacket

from off the dining room chair. I grabbed

my keys, iPhone and handbag and walked to

the door. Stopping by my mirror I stared at

my reflection, my blonde hair was down to

my bum and bounced in soft curls, my bluue

eyes sparkling. I had full lips and a bubbly

appearance. My blonde hair complermented

my cheek bones and I had a permanent blush,

which was very annoying sometimes, on may

cheeks.

Grabbing the front door handle, I pulled it

open and headed to the shop, not knowing

what fate had in store for me...

Walking to the shop the sun was shining

down, it's ray's warming my skin as if hearing

my previous thoughts about my parents and

wanting to somehow comfort me. The heat

was nearly unbearable and the sky was clear

blue, little clouds scattered here and there,

a picture perfect day. I took the same route

every time, the route I chose always took me

by a park, and like normal it was crowded

with small children laughing and playing on

the slides and swings. I guess I took this route

because it made me think of how my parents

might have taken me to the park as a child,

maybe they would have helped me on the

climbing frame or pushed me on the swings.

I breathed in the fresh air and smiled to

myself. I do like my life it was peaceful and

quiet, I didn't and had never had a boyfriend.

I believed that by having one you caused

yourself to much drama. I preferred my life

drama free.

I turned down Ashford street, then

surprisingly walked past my other neighbour,

Mr Harris coming out of the shop and I

decided to be polite and say hello. "Good

morning Mr Harris," I smiled at him politely,

Mr Harris was about 40 years old and didn't

talk much, so when he smiled back at me I

took that as an answer and walked into the

shop

"Hey Sapphire, how are you today?" The shop

keeper Blake asked me, he was about 20 and

was a huge flirt. His chocolate eyes sparkled

in the light, he ran a hand through his

chocolate brown hair smiling warmly at me,

he was attractive and handsome, but I didn't

want a boyfriend. Not after the week I've had!

"Hey Blake, I'm good how's you?" I smiled

warmly back at him.

"Oh same old same old, waiting for the girl

of my dreams to come into my shop again,

Oh wait! She's stood right in front of me,"I

giggled and grinned at him.

"Surely you didn't mean me Blake!" He smiled

down at me walking over, he hugged me.

Blake was more of a brotherly figure in my

life than anything else.

"I'm sorry I can't talk long Blake, Mrs

Francesca is waiting for her bread and milk," I

said pulling away from His warm embrace; he

rolled his eyes knowingly, but he still looked

upset. He gave me a small smile and went

back behind the till to serve a customer, who

was giving me the evil eyes. I grabbed a green

hand held basket and started to walk around

the small corner shop.

I grabbed a small loaf of bread, a bottle of

green top milk and started to walk back

up to the till. Scaring the crap out of me, a

tallish man in a black mask came charging

in, knocking the bell above the door off in the

process.

A shiver of horror ran down my spine at the

realisation that the masked man was holding

up a black shot gun, "get down on the ground!

Now!" He screamed. His voice was low and

held a hint of nervousness as he talked.

Without realising it, I fell to the floor,

dropping the basket and it's contents and

watched as the man pointed the gun at Blake.

Blake held up his hands, shaking slightly as he

stared at the gun in the mans hand. He looked

deathly pale and beads of sweat formed on

his forehead. Why should he point a gun at

someone who was innocent? He was pathetic

if you ask me, maybe if the guy got a job, he

wouldn't need to steal from shop owners like

Blake. My courage overcame my common

sense, so naturally I shouted, "Hey, leave him

alone and grow up you pathetic man!" I pulled

myself from off the floor, brushing dirt off my

blue jeans.

The man turned around and pointed the gun

at me, I signalled for Blake to run; he got up

from behind the till, gave me one last worried

look and ran. Hopefully he would call the

Cops.

"Well look who's trying to play hero? You do

realise this gun is loaded right? One shot and

puff.. your gone." A malicious grin spread

on his face. The disgusting smell of alcohol

drifted up my nose. Great this guy was drunk.

I admit I was slightly scared, not of the man

but of the lethal gun held in his shaking hand.

"Im sorry, but your money source just got

away," I smiled smugly, Blake was my friend

and I was glad he was safe. I watched, from

what I could see, the gun mans' skin turn

tomato red. His nostrils flared menacingly and

his dark eyes gleamed with pure anger.

"You little bitch! You're gonna pay for this!" He

screamed at me. Before I could register what

he had done, a loud bang rang through the

shop.

I looked down at my stomach, I could feel a

sharp shooting pain; blood slowly began to

fall from the bullet hole. Mesmerised and

not completely understanding what had

happened, I pressed my shaking fingers to

the wound and slowly brought them to my

face. Red. I sank to my knees and stared at the

man in shock. He actually fired the gun, that

assh0le fired the gun! So much for stalling till

the police came.

"Shit, erm don't take this personally...I'm sorry

I wasn't thinking, I did warn you..." The man

sobered up looking horrified at his actions

and quickly turned away. Clumsily falling into

some bottles, smashing everywhere he ran

to the door. I could hear far away sirens, but

deep inside I knew this was it.

Before he left I whispered, "Why," but when

he didn't answer and ran out the shop, I fell

onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

This is how I would die, alone on a cold, hard

shop floor where I had decided to play hero.

Maybe if I'd have let Blake in, I wouldn't feel

so alone, maybe... The darkness crept in

and the pain slowly dulled. My own blood

surrounded me. Death. This was it, I had

nobody to leave behind and nobody would be

waiting for me. My breathing became slower

and my heart rate dulled. I screamed the last

name I ever thought I would. "Lucifer!" My

voice came out cracked and weak. Everything

went dark...

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