Pov Jonathan
???:"You are fired! I don't want to see your face
in here no longer Jonathan...
Jonathan:"tch i don't care this job was bollony anyways. Plus you only paid me $2 an hour."
This mess was not really my fault a customer, aka karen, went crazy because I messed up her order of a coffee which i know I didn't. I wasn't particularly mad i hated the job. I finally made it back home. Welped I guess it's time to rest. Or so i thought...
???:"Don't move."
I wanted to turn around but i couldn't. All i knew was that there was a man behind me with a knife. I bet my tea-bitch ex Teresa sent him to kill me. Evan though I tried holding back tears slowly began falling. To him I probably sound like a whimpering puppy.
???:"It's the end for you. I'll finally get that 60 bucks from Teresa. However because i'm feeling generous i will tell you my name, Hardver."
Jonathan:"I figured she would send someone to kill me ha."
Hardvar:"Kid don't take this personal i am broke and need money. To apologize later I will attend your funeral. I Hope we would be friends in the next life."
Jonathan:"Don't worry about it bro" holding back my tears as I softly smiled.
Hardvar:" Goodbye kid..." He looked away blushing.
For only a moment i felt a sharp knife go through my lung. I crashed to the floor with a thomp. Hardver got on his knees and sat there conferting me as a was slowly dying with tears. Though he tried to hide the tears i could see. My eyes closed everything was turning black it was the end for me.
811: "Hello this is 811 whats your emergency?"
Hardver:"I found a teenager age 17 dead at Gounter street house 455."
811:"thanks for informating us I will send them on their way."
That was the last I heard before i
I drifted off into deep slumber.
to be continued