11:00 am, Amanda's dad arrived home after a delivery to pick his coat in order to avoid the dangers of the cloudy weather. He opened the door slowly and walked into the quiet empty house.
He grabbed the coat which was laid on the arm of a blue plastic chair and headed towards Amanda's room.
"You home?" he asked, standing in front of the door but nobody replied. He opened the door a little and peeped inside. Amanda's packed luggage was still on the bed.
"She succeeded in cutting herself off the excursion" he chuckled and turned to leave.
In front of him, he saw a very beautiful girl wearing a purple gown and a white shoe. She was staring steadily at him. Damon was startled to see such a beautiful creature standing in front of him. Damon believed that she is lost or might be one of the refugees who stay under bridges and beside road, looking for charity. But this one in particular doesn't look like them.
"Hey little girl? What are you doing here? Are you looking for charity? You shoulda wait outside or knocked on that beautiful door….at least" Damon chuckled, bending down so she could see his chuckling face very well.
"Tiffany' the chocolate girl said and Damon paused the smile on his face.
"How did you know my daughter's name and what are you doing with my daughter's name?" Damon asked her.
"Tiffany" she said again, looking directly into Damon's eyes. Damon relaxed back and whispered.
"Who are you?" he asked her slowly.
"Tiffany wants some chocolates" Claire said again.
"Get outta here"
"Tiffany wants some…"
"I said get outta here little witch" Damon yelled at Claire.
Claire didn't even move a hair of her body. Damon scoffed.
She stood still, staring at Damon with her blue eyes. Damon moved closer to her and bent down to her length.
"Do you have some wool in your ear or are you naturally dumb? Who the fuck are you to mention my daughter's name out of your suffering mouth. I suggest that you get outta he…." Claire buried her knife into Damon's stomach before he could finish the sentence.
She shoveled the knife up and down his stomach and his intestine poured to the tiled floor.
Damon, taking his last breath, took a last gaze of Claire's beautiful face and blew the air in pain.
"Tiffany" Claire said to him and he died.
Amanda arrived home at 13:00 pm and knocked at the door, nobody replied. The door was open and she walked inside. It was a chaos to her.
Jane and David was the first that came to console her, Jake and Fraser came at last. Sitting besides David on a sofa, Amanda rested her head on his shoulder with pack of tears loaded on both eyes. Jane and the rest sat quietly on another sofa opposite them. They were feeling sad for Amanda's loss
Fraser got fed up of the quietness, he yawned and cleared his throat. They all knows that he is about to talk.
"Am sorry to say this but I think…."
"Where's Charlie?" Amanda cut him off immediately.
"Hiding in a hospital' Fraser replied and sighed.
"Which hospital?"
"Wait…you wanna go there?"
"Yea
"I'm going with you" Jake cleared his throat and looked at Jane. Jake smiled to him and frowned immediately after facing Amanda.
"You should say we..Jake' Fraser corrected and stood up.
"Let's go find out something, people' he yawned again.
"Okay then…let's go then' David said and they left.
13:35 pm, they arrived the hospital and was stopped by a yellow fat staff nurse who stood at the entrance counter.
"Hey hey hey people, this is a hospital and not another of your friend's house" she said, rushing to stop them.
"Oh…sorry we forgot, how are you?" Fraser asked her with a forced smile. The fat lady looked at Fraser's hair and returned the smile.
"I like your hair"
"I know'
"Cut it off Fraser, we're here for something else" Jane shunned Fraser.
"Please we are here to see a patient, Charlie Patricks" Jake inquired the staff.
"He's our friend, an old one" David added.
"I know" she replied and went back to the counter.
"So….?"
"He was discharged fifty minutes ago"
"What do you mean 'he was discharged fifty minutes ago" Jane asked, and moved closer to her.
"Which part of what I said don't you understand? The fifty minutes or the meaning of discharge?" she asked, staring at Jane.
"He was admitted here by nine this morning if I'm not mistaken" Jake asked.
"Nah ya not'
"Then how was he discharged fifteen minutes ago?" he added.
"He asked for it. The nerd was in a hurry to leave so we gave him what he wanted. He should fucking go and die somewhere else" the staff replied, penning things down on a book.
"I was expecting that from you though" Fraser chuckled.
Jake leaned back to where he was before and sighed.
"This is a mess guys, what do we do?" Jake asked.
"My dad died this afternoon" Amanda said slowly to the staff. The staff gazed at Amanda slowly and sighed.
"Does that…really has anything to do with me?"
"I believe Charlie can be a help to me…and my friends as well"
"He raises dead people?"
"Come on!" Fraser groaned, rubbing his left hand on his head while his right hand is resting on his waist.
"He knows what kill people" Amanda continued and the staff scoffed.
"What made you think I know where he lives? He's a stupid psycho"
"Please....help us" Amanda cries.
She stared at them for some seconds and cleared her throat.
"11 Caverton lane, South Fosterland. Don't ever meet me in your life again…leave please"
"Thank you' Amanda thanked her.
"We appreciate ma'am" David bowed.
"He's not gonna hide forever….come on let's go" Jane said as they were leaving the hospital.
"Bye, and don't miss me too much' Fraser said to the staff with another forced smile.
'I will try not to" she smiled.