Chapter 2: Where am I?

Where am I?

Pierre looks around after he realizes he was just in his bed. “It’s past 6:00, I’m gonna be late for work.” Pierre sighed, getting out of his warm bed. As he steps on the floor, a big rush of coldness runs through his body.

He puts on his work clothes and wanders to his window. His fingers were about to lift it, but he stopped.

I shouldn’t open the windows, it’s already way too cold to do that.

He turns around to take his files. Pierre stops walking and stands gazing at his desk, puzzled.

I’ve always kept my papers in the same spot, now they’re all gone.

He examines the room from top to bottom, but he can’t find any signs of a break-in. “No choice but to tell the police that I lost those.” he sniffled worrying about what will happen to his job.

The police might give me copies of the files. They’ll be disappointed in me, they might even fire me.

Pierre kept pacing around his room. Pierre stops, he realizes the time. He runs out the door, hops into his truck. He drives to his favourite café and sits in the same chair as always.

He called the police department which is where he works, informing them he’ll be running later than usual. Pierre goes to the cashier to order a cappuccino and croissant as always. He looks around, all the people are working there aren’t familiar.

“Is everyone new here?” questioned Pierre. “No, everyone here has been working here for months and even years.”

How is that even possible, I’ve been coming here every weekday since my sister passed?

His sister passed away ten years ago. He orders his cappuccino anyway, despite what he just heard. He sits in the same chair that has a window with the perfect view of the park he’d go with his sister to get away from their parents.

He arrives at the police station. He was astonished that everyone there was different. One of the workers there walks towards Pierre. He’s a tall, fair man with sleek raven hair.

Why is he so close to me? His lips are way too close to mine.

“My name is Ezekiel,” the man says. “My name is Pierre,” Pierre replies while stepping back. Ezekiel moves forward and pinches Pierre’s cheek, “You have chipmunk cheeks.” Ezekiel chuckles.

What is this guy doing? Why does it have to be in front of everyone?

Pierre turns red and turns away from Ezekiel in embarrassment. “Your brown eyes are cute,” Ezekiel said, “and you’re so short.”

I will just have to walk away from him.

Pierre walks towards the police chef, but Ezekiel grabs his arm. Ezekiel's eyes are golden like the sun. “I had to give you this, it’s the first crime in decades,” Pierre said worryingly.

It was a file of murders that were linked. The police assume it’s the same person who murdered them. Each case had its eyes gouged out, and hearts were carved out. Pierre glances into Ezekiel's concerned eyes.

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