1st chapter: Stagnate

The same ceiling the same bed the same feeling, just another day of boredom in this life of boredom. In the middle of my usual morning routine I’m interrupted by a very common calling -Son, it`s time for breakfast!- yes, that`s my almost always sunny mother calling me for the most important meal of the day which I don’t give a damn.

Oh, and for the sake of good understanding, I was just a 16 year old average highschooler disappointed with everything and angry with the government, raised in an upper middle-class family. Being an only child my overprotective mother and my normal father always put me on `leashes` or so, denying me much of my freedom. That`s what I hated the most by far -argh- I hate this bad aftertaste left in my mouth, bitter, sour, imaginary. For my school performance I'm a lazy bum even though my rank is fourth or fifth that's not from effort or anything, just that school is easy as hell and bores me, as long as you pay the minimum necessary attention things go easily.

Walking down the stairs still with eyes heavy from drowsiness, a quick shadow passed through my eyes, definitely strange stuff going on, maybe the excess of coffe and lack of sleep are starting to kick in, either way I tripped in the air and fell making a loud noise -nice way to start a day. Breakfast went without any problems.

In the way to school a strange feeling set up in me, maybe because the sky was red -strange- always thought it was blue but I don't know why that red warmth didn't give me a weird feeling, it was just comfortable. I asked Karol -my neighbor and friend- what was the color of the sky for her and as predicted she just answered with a troubled smile:

- Blue, and hasn't it always been like that?

At that moment color-blindness was a possibility, the shadow in the morning and now a red sky, whatever, as long as this didn't affect my daily life everything was a ok.

The path was short but sloppy and in that scalding hot summer day everything seemed an illusion, the wavy floor being distorted by the air temperature and the horizon faint and distant. Karol was pointlessly talking about something I can't recall because at that time I wasn't paying any attention at all.

Just like animals running away from tsunamis a strange feeling took over me when in the top of the road, something like being watched, targeted, my senses were telling me: "be careful". And that went trough my spinal cord, I could feel the adrenaline running wild in my veins, the air was vibrating. Suddenly I facing the right side of the road two miles from where I was, there stood an old watch tower, a mile away, a really quick flash of light, those were the slowest seconds ever, the distance was great and the bullet took its time to reach me. By that fraction of time all I could do was duck.

Boom! sudden flash of light followed by a loud noise and fire had thrown me to the ground -s**t- it took me a few seconds to recover from the shock and when I came to senses there was a slaughtered corpse, it was Karol. No time for grieving, surviving was the main concern -ok, ok- what had to be done? Yes, getting cover was priority -zuum- the sound of a bullet, pretty heavy caliber it was a .50 definitely, passed really close to my head. I went towards a car parked in the street and waited until the smoke ceased,  it was really blurring my sight and amidst the dust a shadow of a long haired woman -wait, woman? Yes, she was a serial killer- and that would be my last vision? At least she was pretty. And with that silver desert eagle she pulled the trigger

Pow

-Hey, wake up!! 

Yeah, I had no parents and that's when I realized that this was a daydream, it felt way too real and it got me thinking for some time, with a gentle slap on my face Karol put me back to senses she asked me if I was okay and if I was sick or something. Not cared though, I looked up to the sky and it was blue normal, I guess a red blood sky is just my imagination after all. Another slap on my face:

-Hey, are you really listening to me?- In an angry tone

Gently I answered to her expectations telling I was well, just that the sky made me overthink some stuff. The remaining walk was calm and hot.