Chapter one...
I opened my eyes and knew something was wrong. It was still dark and I don't fucking wake till morning or till my alarm gives me migraine. I closed my eyes and tried going back to my beauty world.
'Aaaaahhhhh' someone screamed, a lady's voice.I sat up and contemplated what to do to the woman that woke me up.
'Aaaaaaahhhhhh' she screamed again and I didn't need someone to tell me what happened,the scream means death!!. Slow down before y'all judge me,I'm a detective. Curiosity got me standing up,I could hear my neighbors running down the stairs,the acoustics of this building is fucked up,I can hear almost everything from my neighbors. Lucifer ran into the room to alert me.....don't panic, Lucifer is my dog,I patted him to calm him down. I heard people crying and wondered who the hell died.
I walked out of my apartment and saw the hallway filled with people wearing weird looking pajamas. No one spoke to me because they know I don't socialize, I hate nosy people and all my neighbors are nosy as fuck.They were rushing towards the room adjacent to mine, Dingledick's room. My drunk ass neighbor always reliving his bladder beside my window,one day I caught him and commanded Lucifer to chase him,the fool was so scared he forgot to put his junk back into his trousers and ran with his dick dangling between his legs,that's why I gave him the name: Dingledick, at first it was Dangledick but it didn't rhyme so well. I know I should feel guilty that I don't know his name but I don't give damn.
As I got to the entrance,I got the strong smell of blood,I walked in and saw him on the floor of his living room,blood all around the floor, seems like he stabbed himself,because he was holding a knife to his ripped chest. It's a horrifying site,yes,but am used to this shit,I see death everyday. People were crying their eyes out like the man was their father or something.
Beside my door was a bench,I sat on it and brought out my cigarette,smoking calms me down even though my uncle has made it his mission to warn me regularly about the effects but like I said earlier, I don't give a damn.Miss Laura rushed downstairs in her flannel nightgown, her complexion was pale but she was composed. I don't socialize but am naturally curious,I know the schedule of almost everyone in this building. She walked towards dingle's room and looked in,she gave out a tiny shriek and covered her mouth with her hands. I watched her body tense up as she tried to absorb the scene. She got tough bones,and that's why I fancy her.She isn't like most girls that think faking fragility will make the guys fall for them,that's a fucked up mentality. I like em bold and brave,I don't need a Cinderella.
As I was busy smoking and staring at sexy Miss Laura,a man in clean and ironed suit walked in and rushed to the scene. I heard him shout 'No!!! Brother!!! No'
What the hell? Mr clean suit and Dingledick are brothers? What a fucked up world. Dingledick was a carefree man that spends every dime of his in Marley's bar across the street, he would drink and come home, singing and pissing everywhere, the guy couldn't control his bladder at all but he was harmless.
'What happened to you,brother?' Then I heard him crying. Every time I see or hear a man cry,I feel goosebumps all over. Men don't cry,we drink away our sorrows,crying might solve the problem for females but not us.
Then I heard things smashing,glass breaking, someone grunting. Now that's a good way to show your sorrow. As much as I would love to congratulate him,he shouldn't be touching anything in a crime scene.
Author's note: I'll update every two days..expect the next chapter on Saturday...don't forget to comment.
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