𖣘𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𖣘

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I was listening to a song and it gave me an idea. I thought it would look cool if it was animated but I'm terrible at that so I just wrote it down. I guess I like the idea of it so I decided to post it for feed back.

-Elemental

"A late night bartender that was in the wrong place at the wrong time..."

ALICE POV

Today was another crazy night at the bar I work at

I saw they guy that comes in every Friday. He and I talked while I made his drinks. We ended up dancing and had a great time. I kinda developed a crush on the guy I must admit

But the time had to come to an end. He left and I started to close up the bar at 1 am.

I clean the tops of all the tables and set up the chairs.

The rest of the place is already clean so I go to my locker

I open it up and grab my bag and black leather jacket

I check my phone and see it's battery is low, I should charge it when I get home.

I close my locker with a clank and head out the door turning off the lights on my way out

I flip the sign on the door and lock the door, the jingle of the keys the last thing I hear as I pop in my headphones

Daddy Issues by the neighbor hood starts to play

I walk through the empty alleyways

The wet ground from the rain shined under the dull moonlight

I walk and walk listening to my song and eventually reach my favorite part of my walk home.

The old abandoned building I loved it, the vines and the rusty steel beams littered with graffiti. It's an amazing spot to me alone, especially in this busy city.

I can hear the distant sounds of cars and their loud honks

The Hills by the weekend starts to play

While walking I approach a fallen steel beam the I balance and walk across humming to the song.

*GUNSHOT*

I stop.

Frozen in place.

I take out my headphones slowly

The gunshot was close.

So close...

I need to run

I hear footsteps

Shit...

I run as quickly as I can

I run through the rusty structure and to another alleyway near it

I rush behind a trash can curling myself into a ball

I can't control my breathing

It's ragged and rough

I hear more footsteps and my blood runs cold

My eyes widen even more

I grip the cold ground under me

No...

I see a shadowy figure in the pale light illuminating the dreary passageway

The last thing I see are

Captivating...

Golden...

Eyes...

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