Breaking news: A house in Denkirk city exploded burned down due to gas leak. The family members, Mark Sudoko (Father), Melony Sudoko (Mother) and 10 months old Maja Sudoko died in the fire. The only lining member was the 14 year old boy, Ken Sudoko.
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I was frozen at a place, the words "Kiss Daisy" burning into my eyes. What the hell does that even mean? I knew what I meant but it made no sense, it was too, if I say, random. And extreme. I mean, KISS a girl who I hardly ever talk with and have already created a bad taste energy with because of my visible ignorance to her, which doesn't matter to me normally but now is concerning. My mind was completely blank.
And most importantly, what has this got to do with the man, Demed, and my past?
"Ken! What's wrong?" Kachiji startled me from behind with a sudden thump on my shoulder. I didn't notice he had returned, I put the card in my pocket in a hurry, said "N-Nothing" hastily and went into the books aisle. Luckily he didn't nose in any further.
Normally my job hours feel like an unskippable ad, I don't hate or love them, I'm just neutral, leading people through the books and staring at the clock waiting for it to end. But that day felt like a bad hangover, I kept messing up and zoning out, and by the time it was over I didn't even remember what all happened in those hours.
It was bothering me. I didn't care about her feelings or shit, what I was worried about was her reaction after the kiss.
See, killing a girl was easier than kissing a girl, because in killing you won't have to worry about any aftermath caused by the victim, they don't complain or protest or cause any trouble cuz, well, they are dead. As long as you are able to deal with external factors, like evidence and shit, you are good. Kissing on the other hand has all of the bothersome aftermaths I have to deal with, she might complain to the police, do drama and shit, too exhausting.
I wished it said "Kill Daisy" instead of "Kiss Daisy", that would have been easier.
The best way I could think of to deal with the situation was to kiss her and then kill her, which looked like the best approach. It didn't say what to do after kissing her so that wouldn't be a problem. I can deal with cleaning the evidence and making it look like an accident, I have done it before, but at least she will make no problems for me.
The time passed and I got yelled at a few times my "head was not in the job today" but anyways, my time to leave came. And that was when she entered the shop.
The clock was near 4:30 and she entered, bubbly and jumpy as always, full of glowing energy. Annoying. "Hi Kachiji uncle!" She said with a big smile and he smiled back saying "There you are Daisy!". She kept going on and loud about some new magazines that we should get and here I was thinking if I shop get a knife or do it with my hands.
Then she turned to me and said with big eyes and smile "Hey Ken!"
I was to be as I was everyday so I just nodded nonchalantly and walked to the door, the glow on her face dimming a little due to the cold response like it always does. I could never understand why she said hey to me everyday even though I visibly ignored her, what did she expect?
I put on my hoodie, it was cold, and went out of the shop and started walking home.
On my way I started thinking about the scenario in my mind, started planning. It had been years since I killed someone, I had left all that behind me, and as I thought about it those unpleasant memories that I didn't like remembering started interrupting my thoughts. Those scenes of the dead bodies of people I called mother and father lying on the floor, covered in blood and cuts, while I stood there all soaked in red, knife in my hand with blood dripping from it, the TV buzzing static and the glass table shattered. The scenes of the disfigured body of a girl on a road. I don't remember what I was feeling in that moment, they are faint, like a dream, I hadn't had them in years except sometimes in dreams, but they were there.
These were bothersome memories, I didn't feel any remorse, just annoyed because they interrupted my thoughts. I shook them off and started planning my next actions.
That's when a phone call came.