If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
Asa had been having a great time at Mike’s party. He had been drinking, but not too much, he was speaking with friends he hadn’t spoke to in a long time and he’d managed to steal a kiss from Sasha who he had been crushing on since they met at the diner. The party was getting hectic and fights were breaking out constantly which he was putting down to the fact there was a killer on the loose. Emotions were heightened and he kind of understood why everything was happening all at once. He was ready to finish up his drink and head home soon when he was outside getting so much needed fresh air to sober himself up a little, a cigarette in hand whilst he was finishing it off.
The man heard some footsteps close by, assuming it was once of his friends he didn’t react much to it considering the party was heaving and he was pretty sure most if not all the residents of Hidehill were here. The party was a success as far as his opinions went, how could it not be? “I’m almost finished and then we can head back” he inhaled the final part of his cigarette, dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. Once he exhaled the smoke he’d held in his mouth he began to turn around, it was cut short by a sudden thump to his head.
Asa doesn’t recall who hit him, when he hit the ground, when he was dragged to wherever or how he ended up in the situation he was in. His vision was blurred, he was seeing at least two of everything as he tried to figure out where he was. He felt cold, uneasy and as though he wasn’t somewhere stable. He felt as though his world was suddenly crashing down as he realised the gravity of the situation he was suddenly in as he came round a little more.
He felt blood trickling at the back of his head, his hands tied behind his back, he could see he was high up on ledge that wasn’t stable at all. Was that a noose around his neck? Oh fuck. His head pounding from being hit out of nowhere, he couldn’t think straight and the more he panicked the more he had no idea what the fuck to do in the situation. All the possibilities he could think of did not have an ending that he made it out of this alive. His eyes scattered the location he was in. Where the fuck was he? He shuffled on the spot trying to figure out what the fuck kind of contraption he was in.
He squinted his eyes a little to try and focus, the knock on his head not helping as he was pretty certain he was concussed right now. He could see some sort of wires leading to a door, the noose around his neck making it obvious what would seal his fate, the ledge he was on? He could only presume the wired door had something to do with that. He was fucked. Tears began rolling down his face because he knew exactly what was about to happen.
The moment the letter ‘A’ was revealed he just had this awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, he just knew it would be him. What the fuck did he ever do to anyone to deserve this? He thought about everything he had done over his thirty years on this earth. He’d spent most of his teen years nursing his mother through her cancer, he gave up his childhood to make sure his mother was comfortable in her final years on this earth, he packed his bags and moved across the world to learn his uncles business so that he could retire. He’d spent ten years in this town providing fish to the business’ and hadn’t made one single enemy. He had been nothing but kind to everyone so what the fuck had he done to deserve this? Nothing. Thirty years was no age.
He stood on the ledge with nothing else to think about other than the fact he was waiting to fucking die. Who would look after the business? Who would look after his dad now that he would be gone? Who would even find him? Where was he? How long would it be until he was found? Who was going to kill him? Would it be the killer? Would it be some poor fucker who stumbles across him? Is this shit on some sort of timer? Who the fuck was going to look after his dad when he was gone? He just had so many questions and no way of getting the answers anymore.
He stood there thinking of all the possible things when suddenly it hit him. He remembered something, he furrowed his brows at the memory. What the fuck? Surely not. It couldn’t be them.. could it? No.. they wouldn’t do that to him, he had never done anything to them? They were friends? This had to be a coincidence because he’d literally only ever been nice to them. His mind was spiralling over the thought when he suddenly heard footsteps close by, his thought process interrupted as the panic set in immediately.
“No! No, no, no! Don’t! Please!” He called out, he pleaded to the footsteps that sounded as though they were getting closer. The tears flowing out of his eyes as he called out to beg for his life. He had no idea who it was, was it the killer? Was it his fucking friend? Was it someone coming to help him? He had no idea he just knew the moment that door was pushed open then his life was over. His eyes flicking around the room from the door, to the ledge he was on, to the noose and the wires around connecting everything. His heart pounding in his chest as he felt helpless, he was waiting to die in this moment and all he could do was plead for his life.
The sounds of the ledge falling to the ground with a thud, the sound of the rope moving against something behind him as it moved to tighten up with the door opening, the room fell silent for a moment as the noose tightened around his neck leaving him to hang there, the rope swinging slightly with small creaks.
Everything was in slow motion from the moment he heard the handle on the door move, the creaks as it was pushed open, the moment something seemed to block it temporarily as they struggled to fully open it and the moment the ledge slipped from underneath him. Everything was slow for him.