"This damn job.."
A guy cursed as he was walking back home.
He couldn't wait to come back home and hide from all of the freshly piled up snow around him.
"He said it was only for a few hours but he made me work until closing time, what a fucking greedy pig."
I couldn't help but curse my boss who asked me to cover my friends shift.
Today he needed to go attend someone's wedding and that was supposedly more important than my desired rest.
- Acho!
My nose was bright red as i wiped away the snot with my jacket's sleeve.
The clock hit midnight already which was the time when most of the bus drivers stopped their job.
Not like i wanted to spend money on those cheap bastards.
I can barely live with my salary as a college student but soon the next semester is going to start and i will need to spend my savings on the next set of new books that the stupid principal decided to use.
'life would be so much easier if they just let us use the ones our seniours did last year.'
I stopped next to the road checking for any passing cars, noticing that no one was anywhere close to me, i went ahead and crossed the road.
Not long after, i finally arrived at my apartment building.
Finding my apartment on the sixth floor i once again started to regret buying it at such a high floor.
'why couldn't they just fix the elevators.'
I pulled out my keys that had the number of my apartment before i stormed inside and slammed the door behind me.
"Finally."
I slumped down on the ground sitting with my back on the door.
My legs almost gave out after walking up the steep set of stairs which were a result of inexperienced builders.
As i put my bag on the side, i checked my belongings just in case something was missing.
'i swear if a child stole my wallet again then i would- Oh shit!'
It was entirely wet, i forgot to close it entirely when i was going out, the snow had gotten into it before melting on my work uniform and wallet.
Thankfully, everything was in place aswell as my student id which i checked while wiping away the water.
'atleast nothing is gone'
Vlad Mircea.
20 year old.
Date of birth 1-20-2003
Date issued 8-30-2021
No information has been altered to my relief as i checked the photo where the face was a little blurry.
'i guess i will need to take a new photo.'
The dark brown hair was the only thing that was visible as both my face and torso looked as if they had melted.
With a sigh of dissapointment, i stuffed the id back into the bag and went to my bedroom.
I took my clothes off, changing into my christmass pajamas before going to the kitchen and checking the calendar.
1-6-2024
'i guess my birthday is soon.'
A shame that there's almost no one who would come.
There was only one person who actually cared about me in my life and it was my best friend.
He wasn't here today, most likely spending the holidays at his girlfriends house like most of the time.
Us being roommates is the only reason i didn't live on the steeets since he was covering most of the bills thanks to his family bisness.
'talk about being jealous'
I never had a family to live off from since i was an orphan, or atleast became one.
When i was younger, an accident happened while my parents and siblings went to visit their parents grave, i instead chose to stay home and play video games because i never wanted to look at a dead body again.
It was suffocating to sit in front of someone who took their last breath while imagining them waking up and becoming a zombie or worse.
More than a day after they went to visit their graves, i was left with the police who didn't tell me much except their meak words of consolation.
Supposedly a drunk truck driver took a wrong turn resulting in his car sliding from the ice right into my family's small van.
I didn't have the guts to see them again and i went straight into an orphanage where i spent the last ten years of my life at.
It was quite funny that i was kicked out after they noticed i wasn't good at anything particular.
While i was living there, they tried to help me find something that i was good at and, it sort of worked.
I was good at most of the things, sports, studies, drawing, you name it.
But that was all it was, just 'good' wasn't enough for the future as my talent was overshadowed quickly by those who had spent years to study the things i did.
I started to feel bored by it.
Everything i tried was quickly dismissed when they found someone better, my grades fell, i grew weaker, and i was left behind as someone without any skills.
'im nothing'
The world held many different kinds of people who were leagues above me, which was why i didn't want to try anymore, if there is already someone better than me then why do i need to do it.
It's better to leave it to them and live my life.
The dull life that didn't bring me anything.
'i want to sleep'
I boredly looked through the window before noticing a person standing outside.
"Hm?"
They wore a black hoodie and dark jeans which wasn't something a sane person would wear under such weather.
But there was one thing that started to unsettle me.
'is he staring at my window? No, that's impossible'
I brushed it off as a coincidence before closing the fridge which i opened to check what food i could snack on before sleeping.
Slumping on my bed, i curled up into a ball while staring outside at the falling snow.
'maybe i should make a snowman tomorrow'
That could have eased my boredom atleast slightly.
I closed my eyes.
.
.
.
.
-Whish
Squinting my eyes, my brows furrowed upon the weird feeling i started to have.
Cold wind was blowing snow at my face but i didn't feel the cold as much as i would have.
Instead, i found it sort of heavy.
'is this a dream?'
I wondered.
'i never had a dream as realistic as this'
Looking myself over, i was wearing the same pajama's that i wore before going to bed.
The only difference i noticed was how quiet it was in here.
'when i have dreams then there are atleast some people talking, so why is it so empty'
The only thing that accompanied was the snow and the cracking of snow under my feet.
- Crack
Until a sound of footsteps came from behind me, startling me as i turned to look who it was.
My expression changed from alerted to confused as the person resembling one i saw outside appeared behind me.
"Wait, aren't you the guy who-"
- Swush
Before i could finish my sentence, the sound of something cutting the air spread through our surroundings, and i saw him holding a short switchblade.
"Is this a nightmare now?"
I asked him waiting for an answer, i couldn't control him at all and i'm sure i didn't think about him appearing here so it confused me more.
The figure didn't answer as he came closer to me.
I didn't even flinch as he came to my face and-
- Stab
Put the knife right between my ribs.
Drops of blood started to flow down my chest as i gaspes in surprise by how real it all appeared.
The pain.
The cold knife.
The snow that started to become colder.
Grabbing my chest with my hands i tried to stop the blood from flowing out just for it to flow out through my fingers.
"You." The person spoke not caring whether i was listening or not.
"You deserve to burn in the deepest parts of hell for what you've done."
And then, without a word the figure vanished leaving me kneeling on the ground while holding the knife's handle.