The following day, I wake up and do my usual routine of drinking guarana and sitting down on my chair, looking through the window and thinking about what happened yesterday. It can't escape my mind; I didn't get much sleep. I was up all night, paranoid and afraid to go to sleep. When I finally did close my eyes, I only slept for 2 hours. I'm tired as hell. I believe it is best that I don't go outside for a while. Besides, I have plenty of food, water, and of course... gurana.
Time seems to pass quickly and it has already been a few weeks since i witnessed the killing. Moreover, my whole kitchen is empty, so I must go to the store to get supplies. Of course, I will go to the nearest one. This isn't just my usual laziness but a fear that still resides in me, as the killer might be looking for me. Though at this point, it's kind of ridiculous since if he wanted me dead, he probably would've killed me already.
I get dressed, go to the elevator, and head out. The sun's rays shine brightly - a sight I am not used to, as I have been inside in the dark for so long. As I walk, I get annoyed by the fact that a car behind me is driving so slowly. The street where I live is very narrow and one way, and many idiots on wheels tend to crash their cars here. There's an accident every few weeks.
I turn around, annoyed, to see who the driver is, and my face turns pale as it is the killer. I freeze in total fear and shock, and the killer speeds up his car and drives off. I'm left confused as to whether or not he was looking for me or if this was an accident. I don't question it any further and in a panic, I run quickly to my apartment, going inside and frantically pressing the elevator button. Finally, I get in my apartment, slam the door, and barricade it.
A thought occurs to me that the murderer might already know that I live here. With this terrifying thought, I sweat like crazy. I make circles around my apartment, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. Eventually, I sit down and take pills for stress. I calm down a bit. I know that I have to go down and get groceries or else I'll starve, but I still wait for 2 more hours just to make sure.
Finally, I can't take it anymore, and I decide to open the door and exit my apartment. I decide not to take the elevator in case the killer waits for me there and maybe shoots me in the head. I get flashbacks from the departed, and I can't help but think, "Why now, of all things?" Carefully and quietly, I go downstairs and look around, unblinking, for anything suspicious. On the third floor, there's nothing, and on the second, there's also nothing.
My sweat hasn't stopped, and my heart is racing out of control. I try to be as quiet as possible and slowly go downstairs. My keys are in my hands, and I hold them tightly. As I descend, I spot a shadow of a tall and slender man. I panic, my whole body turns to jelly, and I drop my keys, causing a loud sound. The shadowy figure quickly starts running towards me. I'm completely petrified. I try to run, but my legs feel like they're not my own. I think that this is it, and all I can see is the slender shadow moving closer and closer to me. I close my eyes, praying for a quick death.
Suddenly, I feel a breeze go by me. I think that this is what it must be like before the pain kicks in. However, the pain never comes. I open my eyes and see that the shadowy figure has passed me. I hear the sound of a door being unlocked, meaning that the shadowy figure must've been a neighbor. I take a deep breath, inhale and exhale quickly, run to the store, get what I need, and start running back home. I get there safely, though I cannot get over the fact that I feel watched all the time.
My vacation ends, and I'm forced to go back to making gyros once more. It pisses me off that my whole vacation was wasted on this bullshit paranoa and witnessing that maniac. If only the captain of the police wasn't Michael, someone with whom I have no history. I continue with my work and try my best to deal with asshole customers who always ask how much longer mere seconds after they ordered. Unbelievable.
My break finally came, and all I could do was sit down and watch the people going on with their day. I prefer not to be on my phone, distracted, as I still have to watch over the rookie Jimmy, who is such a clumsy mess. He might as well be considered a safety hazard in this joint. I watch the street and feel like I'm going to fall asleep from the boredom. However, something catches my attention.
I see a black car, an Audi, I presume. I'm really not a car guy at all, and normally I wouldn't give a shit. Unfortunately, this one feels familiar. I believe this is the same car the killer was in, but I'm not sure. I never got quite a good look at it. Nevertheless, I stood up and scanned my eyes through the streets in case I find the murderer. I had a feeling that he was in there, watching me, as the windows were darkly tinted, making it impossible to see if anyone was there. Nevertheless, I stared at the car patiently, unblinking. Finally, I saw someone get out of the car. Unfortunately, the man that came out looked nothing like the murderer. This man was very short and chubby, a polar opposite.
I sit down disappointed and feeling so exhausted. I have to try the police and avoid Michael at all costs. I have to make a smart decision for once. I try to relax and ignore what Jimmy is doing, which is definitely unwise. But at this point, I was literally counting the seconds to the end of my shift. The customers were coming and coming, and poor little Jimmy was overwhelmed. And of course, being the more experienced employee, I just sat down and didn't bother to help him. I chuckle to myself. I'm such an asshole.
The bell keeps ringing to the point where I can not take it anymore, and I decided to help out Jimmy. I stood up to serve the customer and picked up my tools, which I almost dropped once I saw the killer staring at me with his cold green eyes. I tried my best to hide any fear and took his order. I was extremely uneasy, but now that I have taken a better look at him, he was indeed tall and slender, wore glasses, had a face just like chicken little, a buzz cut, black hair, and wore a pink sweater of all things. There was no serial killer vibe to him at all. He felt normal. The way he talked, his mannerisms, everything. But of course, it's the innocent-looking ones that hide the deepest secrets.
The man, of course, ordered a meal that takes a while to prepare. By the time I was finishing it, all the other customers had been served. The murderer looked left and right, clearly looking at how many people were there and how close they were. He wanted to kill me and get away quickly. I assumed he had a gun. I was prepared with a knife and a hot stove. I guess I'll have to rely on my quick reflexes with this one.
Once Jimmy had to go to the bathroom to conveniently take a crap, I knew that the killer would strike me. Now all fear was gone, rage was inside me, and I was ready to fight. The meal he had ordered was ready, and I rang it up. He gave me the cash and said, "Keep the change." At that moment, it felt like the world stopped moving. Almost everything felt slow, like it was in slow motion. I knew that he was going to strike. It was the perfect time. I was ready, but... it never came. He simply took his meal and left. I was glad, actually, because I lied. I wasn't ready. I was scared like an injured kitten. I couldn't have done what I wanted to. I would've been dead if he wanted to kill me. This would've been the perfect time, but he didn't. Maybe this man isn't the killer? Maybe I have misremembered?