The book

He ran

Hard as he can till he can’t, he couldn’t. He made his shit known he wasn’t the guy they thought he was and the blood stench and sweat stank up the bus stop as he held his bullet wound and as some people ran out his realization kicked in

“I’m gonna fucking die” as he stares at the Florissant lights over covering the moon light

As a bum like an angel comes into the buss stop slaps him as the sirens get closer and closer he gets up still bleeding pain ensuing he walks into darkness darkness of his own making

There was no streetlights for blocks all, he had was this little black book and almost 20,000$

Why did he have to take that money and why did he take the book?

“My share is my share” he thought to himself

Everything is wrong in the worst way he can hear cops going to the piss stained bus stop with blood dripping from the bench there is nothing to go by for the cops but 10 sets of twenty dollar bills left on the floor he must of dropped it

He walked till a guy pulled over with a cross on the mirror and really weird calm attitude at 3 am He couldn’t walk anymore almost passing out So he jumped in the truck, the bullet wound hurting as I sits in his seat the big bag of money thrown on the floor

Like the guy didn’t even notice he drove. He honestly forgot where he told him to drive as he passed out

But when He woke up and all He seen was country’s and the morning sun

“This is how far out I can take you; I’ve been around cops enough to see your not up here to see family as your bleeding all over my seat and your bag full of cash? but you look like a person in need of a deed”.

Lesser known of the place he asked to come to some how he came to his childhood home he felt nervous as he watched the pick up truck drive away in the distance as the lights dimmed he walked to the empty looking house gun in the back of his pants and money almost all drenched in blood as it dripped down from his right shoulder, his left hand holding the gun wound it burns like fire in his body but he keeps moving

The loss of blood overwhelms him an as he falls the black book opens and says (keep going)

As he closes the book weirded out of what he just saw in the book he ignores it as his childhood home brings back memories he had long forgotten a warm feeling coming to the back of his pants the blood had drained out the exit wound it was warm because he was starting to feel so cold.

“It’s.. it’s probably is the lack of blood” he thought. For some reason he felt like he was almost home he got to the porch he threw the blood cover money at the door as he falls

He wakes up again at the kitchen table of the house; wounded but no feeling of pain the bloody money is on the left side of the table and in front of him is the black book confused he try’s to get up but the pain is so much so he sits waiting for anyone to show up to help him move

He then sees his mother outside of the window in a garden the sun shinning threw the trees. He feels the need to get up but he can’t pain consumes him as he try’s; he wants to go to her but he can’t he’s stuck in that uncomfortable chair

Moments later maybe hours of pain to move he stares at the book so mad of the pain he feels when he leaves his seat he clears the table of all the bloody money and the black book

So pent up in rage he attempts to walk out the door to see his mom but he passes out again

As he wakes for a second time he is awoken by warm smelling of mushroom soup over porkchops she’s at the stove he’s at the table holding in the tears of the site of her and the smell

He says “hi mom”

As she casually talks about her day and what she’s gotta do this week

But she asks “what are your plans?”

“I guess getting rid of the pain of this bullet wound” but as he lifted his shirt it was not there so he tried to get off the chair then the pain came back so unbearable he cries and his mom came to him so quick to put him back on the chair

He hit my head against the table so much in pain till she held him who knows why but He felt whole then she whispered “read the book” He shot back up in a panic she was gone back in the garden. Did He fall asleep what happened? Bloody bullshit money on the table and this little creepy black book in front of him

He opened it, it explained everything about him all of it things He doesn’t even remember from childhood to when He shot that guy to take what he earned. That kid or his boss didn’t need 20,000$ they had so much money he hated doing the jobs they offered but the guy was so smooth talking about it. It was almost like how one of your family teaches you how to use a power tool.

Simple.

For some reason the gun in the back of his pants heats up like it’s just been fired he takes it out unloads it and throws it at the bloodstained money it all falls on the floor except the black book he looks outside and his mom isn’t in the garden anymore the house grows silent

But some how the book is loud it keeps making this loud noise so he opens it so violently the noise stops it’s a whole book of himself all his mistakes his shame He looked around as things start to decay

He rip out the pages but it keeps on the same page He does this over and over but the words never change a voice over him says “read it”but as He looks behind him there’s no one There. He summits Reading it all, all his faults are in it, his whole shitty life as He reads more into it the childhood home grows into what once was

He noticed it but He did not care He kept reading. Starting to smell the mushroom covered porkchops again And hear the birds but He didn’t look around Just kept reading

Everything was so dark, now it turn to lightness

The last page it was about the boy He shot as he shot me he was 19 but his uncle was the boss so he was in charge of the stash like they knew I’d be coming for it I killed the boy. It reads how his mother is grieving for him and how the news says gang related violence but that wasn’t it

I wasn’t in a gang or anything I was a gambler I owed money so I did jobs but I felt like I should’ve had more of the share.

The last page says I died on that bus stop full of blood, my own piss and a plastic bag full of bloody money hot gun hanging out my back because it’s just been fired not 10 minutes ago

I freaked as I stood up so scared what the fuck happen? where am I? Why is everything so happy, dark but cheery?

Then I remembered I might have over read it in the black book but my mom died..

I can still see her in the garden what was happing to me? I also noticed then I was standing not sitting without any pain; why do I feel so calm? It scared me so much that I jumped to the book

I turned the page to the last page it said look to your right

I did

There was this tall skinny figure not a person but.... floating bone hands and a hood I know it... it was death

I couldn’t speak nor did I want too, the energy he gives off is so calming I didn’t hear him speak but felt it in my thoughts he just said my name I was not sad nor happy

I looked out the window for the last time my mom still planting and trimming plants to fill her day and I was at peace

I looked back at him and asked “where are we going?”

He said “you’ll see”