I step out of my house, locking the door behind me. As I leave the apartment complex, I head over to my bike that I quickly unlock from the fence I keep it tied up to. I hop on and start to head out onto the bike path, but I am interrupted by no other than that annoying boy from earlier. God, he's annoying! He walks over to me with an infuriatingly smug expression as if he won something. Someone get him a medal for thickest head or something. "Hey, Eliana. C'mere!" He says, superior expression still on his face like I'm supposed to be magically impressed that he knows my name. How does he know it, anyway? "How do you even know my name?" I ask suspiciously, my eyes narrowing slightly. "How could I not, considering how lovely you are—" I then cut him off, unimpressed and slightly disdainful. "Is that your try at charm, or did you do drugs earlier?" He stares at me, dumbfounded as if me interrupting him wasn't part of the script he wrote in his head." No I—" I interrupt him with a shushing sound and a finger on my lips. "What are—" I shush him again. "Stop that—" another shush. My lips quirk into an amused smirk as his eye twitches. As he takes a few steps towards me, I make a long shushing noise just to piss him off further. He makes an outraged sound like a dog whose tail got stepped on "Why you—" I stick out my tongue at him, stone-faced."See ya never" I say in a perfectly flat voice as I pedal off before he got too close. Well, that was more fun than expected. Now, back to my plan. I bike for a solid 2 hours without stopping, large apartment blocks getting fewer and farther between. I stop at a convenience store to buy myself a snack. I might be suicidal, but I have enough money to buy myself snacks for half a year. As I head to checkout with a bag of pretzel sticks and a melon soda, the door slams open with a resounding crash. I shift my gaze to the door, mildly annoyed. There in the door is a tall man, face covered with some sort of black ski mask or balaclava and a gun in his hand. He quickly wrenches me towards him by my arm and points the tip of the gun to the side of my head. Very obnoxious of him. "Give me all the money there is in the register or this girl gets her head blown off like the fourth of July!" He demands loudly, clicking his gun as if in warning. The young cashier pales immediately, freezing up with his mouth half open in shock. I look up to the man, pretzels and drink still in hand. "Dude, do you mind? I've got stuff to do and snacks to buy." The man's visible shock at my lack of fear is quickly covered up by a scowl. "Do you thing I'm joking?!" He yells at me rudely, jabbing me with his pistol. I sigh and brave myself. In half a second, I snap my head back, ramming my skull into his nose with an audible crunch that was once a straight nose. He screeches in pain with an unmanly yelp. His eyes flare with anger and pain as he pulls the trigger to his gun... but nothing happens. "What the?!" He exclaims, shocked at his gun backfiring. "Lucky me" I say unenthusiastically as I grab a bottle of wine off a shelf, turn around suddenly and smash it on the man's temple. He shrieks in pain and staggers back a few paces, crashing into yet another shelf.
