The little black book short story

Blood was everywhere, scraped skin peeled from his weak, broken body onto the road. His wailing screams put me in a trance, the light reflecting off his motorcycle pierced my eyes, I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened right before my eyes.

My name is Yuri Blaize, I’m a 24 year old male living in a run down motel on 31st street. I’ve been struggling for a while now, I got fired from my last office job for lying to my boss one too many times, so now I work as the janitor at the laundromat down the street from the hotel i'm staying at. It pays well but not enough to afford an actual place to live, I had to sell my car too just to get more money to survive. I don’t have any family, I’m an only child and my parents have both passed away. I never met any relatives so I’m all alone now, I don't really care about getting a girlfriend or starting a family but I might just so my blood line doesn’t end. It’s what my parents wanted but I don't care, they're dead anyways. So now I’m walking to work at 12pm on monday, it’s true what they say monday is the worst day knowing you have a whole week to get through is exhausting just thinking about it.

He was walking down the street to get to work, as he approached the next crosswalk, he felt something rush right past him, as the breeze brushed against his face he heard a loud screech as well as a loud bang to go along with it, he was paralyzed with fear and shock. He slowly looked over and saw blood everywhere, the man's scraped skin peeled off his body onto the burning road, he was put into a trance by the wailing screams he was letting out. He made the grave mistake of looking into the man’s eyes and seeing nothing but suffering. He didn't know what to do. He felt so guilty just staring at him as he suffered. The only thing he could think of was putting the poor man out of his misery. As he’s about to take his first step towards the man he suddenly feels something light pressing on his feet, he looks down only to see a little black book, nothing special to it, just a normal hard cover black book. He thought to himself “ his things must have flown out of his bag when he crashed off his motorcycle.” He bends down to grab it and can feel the eyes of the man laying on the ground, staring right at him with fear in his eyes like he was afraid of him getting ahold of it. “What’s so bad about me having this book?” He thought. He ignores his stares and takes the little black book and quickly puts it in his bag hoping nobody saw him, but the likely chance someone did see him was slim as he lives in a small quiet town. He didn’t care if the man saw him since he was going to put him out of his misery well that’s how he saw it anyways. He slowly walks over to the man whimpering on the ground and kneels down to whisper in his ear “ I’m sorry this happened to you, but I’m going to help you now.” He takes his warm hands and covers the man’s mouth and nose, making it so he can not breathe. He watches as the life is draining from his body and knowing he can’t fight back made the sensation of helping him so much better. His eyes were bright and he had a grin on his face. The man finally stopped whining, and was now laying there on the burning pavement dead. He took a bottle of water out and poured it on the man’s face in hopes of getting rid of his finger prints from his skin and continued to take gasoline from his broken bike and drenched the man's body in it so it looked like his bike’s tank got punctured and spilt on him during the crash. He then stood up over his body and stared for only a second before he fled as he could hear the sirens getting closer. He took a quick look around him just to be sure no one saw him and he was safe, even though he believed he did nothing wrong, the true works of a psychopath. He believed he had only done what’s right since he had good intentions, but still committed one of the most vial acts a person could commit against another human being with an entire life of their own. As he walked away he took the book from his bag, eager to get a glimpse of the words written on the pages. He opened the book to the first page to see the previous owner's name “George Smith, doesn’t sound familiar let alone important.” He went on reading the pages as he walked to work as if nothing happened, He asked himself “What was so important in this book, that he looked so terrified of me knowing I wonder. So far it’s just drink orders from the bar downtown, no there has to be something more to this.” Then just like that he was at work, he walked through the doors and to the back to clock in for his afternoon shift as he hears “ You’re late Blazie, again.” Before responding to his boss he’s thinking “It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to kill this guy, he’s such a pain in the neck” Sorry boss an motorcycle accident happened on my way here and I got side tracked “He said with little to no emotion in his voice” His boss replied “Make sure it doesn’t happen again or you’ll be looking for a new job.” Yes sir. “He answered.” His shift went by fast and soon was on his way back to the motel. He finally arrived and began to read more into the book, using all of his brain power to try and figure out what’s so special about it. After hours reading it over and over again he had finally seen a pattern in the handwriting. “ A code?” He thought. He then took each letter of every sentence from the pages in the book and wrote them down together, the book was small so there weren't many pages in it so it didn’t take long. He finished after only five minutes and pieced it together, it was banking information with a printed picture of the owners ID. He was confused as well as interested in what the banking account had to offer. Seeing as he didn’t have much money of his own any money he could get didn’t seem like a bad idea. By the time he was done it was already morning so he headed over to the bank and used the bank information to get access into the account. There was little to no security where they were located, the lady in the bank didn’t even bother to check his ID. She proceeded to show him the account screen and walked away, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the amount of money. “Twenty thousand dollars!” He shouted. The banker looked over with confusion. “Sorry, my tongue slipped” She was clearly irritated. Still shocked but very excited he cleared his throat and called for ladies assistance, he asked “May I please transfer this money to my other account?” “Sure, give me your information and it will only take a minute.” She said. He gave her what she asked for and after ten minutes she shouted for him, he came over swiftly. “Finished already?” He said jokingly. She grinned and told him the money was now transferred into his account. He thanked her and left. Now twenty thousand dollars doesn’t seem like a lot to others but in a small town like his you could live comfortably for quite some time. He left back to his place looking forward to investing in his own home, he was wondering if the police would trace anything back to him but he had a good feeling he will continue to be a free man. He arrived at the motel and locked himself in his room. He waited days, weeks, even months before he touched the money waiting for any news about the accident, but not a word was said on the radio, news, nothing. It seemed the case was closed, they probably just saw it as a bad car accident. He finally used the money and bought himself a tiny home and a car. He also got a better job working at the bank, since the laundromat closed down after the mysterious death of the manager there. He finally was living the life he wanted with no struggles, he even made friends with the lady at the bank hoping to maybe have a future with her. Though there was still one thing bothering him, why did that man look so terrified of me having a book with nothing but drink orders and secret code for his banking information, was he just paranoid or is there a bigger picture I’m just not looking at guess we’ll never know will we.