Chapter 1: I'm... dead?

Like any other day, I woke up in my small apartment. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to muster the energy to get out of the warm embrace of my bed, and for a few minutes I lost that battle. However, I eventually got up, and looked out my window to the street below. Cars were already stuck in traffic, and many pedestrians were already walking the sidewalks, starting their day. The sun hadn't rose yet, so the streets were lit in the soft blue lights from many street lamps. I continued to watch the passerby's, wondering about the stories of these people I will likely never meet.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Startling me out of my daydream was my alarm. I turned towards the bedside table and tapped the top. Looking at the time, 4:30, I sighed. I hated waking up this early, but I'd rather work early mornings and get out of work while there was still sun left. I made my way to the bathroom, avoiding the clothes strewn about the floor. When I got in the bathroom I turned on the shower before looking through my closet for my work clothes. As I was looking I heard a knock at my door.

Odd. Who would be knocking on my door this early in the morning? Grabbing a shirt off the floor and throwing it on, I made my way towards the door, stumbling over some clothes and piles of books that I had scattered about.

When I reached the door, I looked out the peephole, and was shocked by who it was. Smiling at the peephole was a pretty Asian woman, her warm brown eyes looking at the door with anticipation. My brow furrowed, wondering why she was here.

She was my girlfriend for well over a decade, though we had been split up for many years. We both agreed to split up, and agreed to not contact each other, as it would only make us feel worse.

As much as I wanted to act like I wasn't home, I was also very curious about why she was here, so I opened the door. Little did I know that that one decision was a fatal one.

Her smile grew wider, and for a moment I was stunned; I had forgotten how beautiful her smile was, and how it made me feel warm and happy whenever I saw it.

"Kyoka, what brings you here? I hate to say it, but I only have a little bit of time since I have to get to work." Giving her a small smile, I step aside, letting her into the room. A hallway is no place to talk, especially not this early in the morning.

Without saying a word, she brushed past me, looking around the room. She sighed "Even with all that 'overtime' your boss is giving you, this is the best you could do? Haah, I never should have let you go."

"Kyoka? What do you mean? Moneys tight, what with the taxes being raised recently. And you didn't 'let me go', we agreed to split up."

"Yes, yes, we both 'agreed'. Still, Kat, I didn't think you would be so desperate that you'd bend over your boss' desk just for some extra cash and to guarantee your job. If that's what you're doing, why not come back to me? I used to take such good 'care' of you back then. I wouldn't mind doing it again." Kyoka said with a small smile.

"Please leave. What I do is my business and my business alone. And don't call me Kat; we are not that close anymore."

"Ha, I won't take no for an answer; you belong to me, Kat. You were the one who used to scream it all night long, not me. Now pack."

"Did you not hear me? I'm not interested, Kyoka. So please leave."

Kyoka sighed, before pulling out a pistol and pointing at my head. Her eyes were wide, and she looked deranged. "I. Said. Pack. You are MINE! Not some old dirtbag who is going to lose his job soon. Come on Kat, we had so much fun when we were together. Why are you fighting me now?"

When she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes at me. I was shaking. She was always had a screw loose, but she wasn't violent. Sure, she was a little possessive and she was a huge S, but she always made sure to treat me well and never hurt me. At least not too much.

"Ky-Kyoka, put the gun down. I-I'll start packing ok? Just please put the gun away" Kyoka just stared at me, before lowering the gun. Then her smile came back, and she laughed. "At least you have some sense left. Quick, quick."

I gave a tight smile before slowly moving past her. She was watching me like a hawk, and I could feel her gaze switching between being lustful and calm. I moved towards my bedside table, and next to my alarm clock was a small device. It looked like a key fob for a car, but it had a single button. It's sole purpose? To alert the police to a crime happening, while allowing the person to do so discreetly. As soon as I pushed the button though, I heard Kyoka clicking her tongue, before she said "Kat, Kat, Kat. You had one job. To pack your things and come home with me. Not alert the police. Now I have to do something I didn't want to."

After that, I heard the pistol being cocked, and as I turned around I also heard the loud bang, and next thing I knew, I was on the floor. There was no pain; I was too shocked to feel pain.

Kyoka walked up to me, before crouching in front of me. She was still smiling and she kissed my forehead, before whispering "I loved you, y'know? These past ten years have been hell. I wanted you every night. No one could give me more pleasure than you. But... if I can't have you, then no one can. Goodbye, Kat."

I watched as she walked around the room, taking some of my keepsakes, things I had even when I was with her. Before she left, she stopped in the doorway, and looked back at me. She shook her head, before leaving.

I don't know how long I laid there, but I knew one thing. I was cold. So, so cold. And I was doing all I could to keep my eyes open. I knew that if I closed them, that was it. But. my body failed me. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and my world went dark.