suicide

Nice surprise for the hitman By Dlavoc Nel was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, holding a steak knife. She looked at her reflection, her left hand absently caressing her right breast. "You're a fucking mess, Nel," she murmured to herself. The room felt oppressively warm, and...

Eight months ago... While at home or my temp job, all week I couldn't stop thinking about Marla's offer. My boring, brain-numbing office temp job where for eight hours a day I kept the breakroom tidy, answered phones and scanned old paper files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer...