The last call of the day came in uneventfully. Just the usual; Jessie Malone, fire. There were several appointments made that day. Clients had just been flooding in recently. By that I mean the last six days. I can't believe there are so many people that others want dead. What is wrong with the world that people can't get along? Oh greta, now I sound like a hippy, or a christian. Don't think I am one, I'm not. Not that I have anything against them or anything but I..
Oh great, more shit I've got myself into. Why is it that that I always say the wrong thing, dig myself a hole, try and dig my way out again but end up going deeper? I sighed as I slipped the papers back into their file and found their place in the cabinet.
I was about to head home after another dark day at work. It's not that I don't like work exactely, it's just... It's not really my thing. Killing is all very well, but I'm glad I don't have to do. Sill is so kind to me. She knows I'm scared and shy.
I slipped home and within ten minutes, I was home at my little London flat. I whipped up some pasta for tea, before heading off for bed. Before I went to sleep, I usually watched Merlin, and during it today, I got a call. Usually I don't get calls, or letters, other than bills and especially not this late at night.
It was Silvisa.
'Hey Hon, I was just wondering, could you be in early tomorrow please? I've got some urgent stuff I want to talk to you about.'
'Yeah sure. Oh, I believe Chloe hasn't completed her task yet? But it's fine, she has until Friday.'
'Oh cool. Thanks babe.'
'Bye.' I put the phone down and wondered what she needed to speak to me about. Then, forgetting about Merlin, went to sleep.
I dreamed that I was in a bakery, and as I steped out, the world plunged into darkness. Then I was run over by a tractor.
This is the scared and scarred mind I have.