Rich walked down the dirty street back to his apartment. He quickened his pace as the cold that hung in the air began freezing his cheeks and nose. Reaching his destination he searched his pockets for his keys finding them in his jacket pocket. He unlocked the door and stepped inside narrowly missing a gush of water from the broken gutter above the door.
"When will someone fix that?" he wondered to himself closing the door. Rich had barely been in the room for half a minute before the phone's deafeningly loud ringing echoed down the hall. Rich inwardly groaned when the voice of a telemarketer met his ears.
"Hello, are you happy with your long distance provider?"
"Yes I am happy with my long distance provider, thank you." He slammed the phone back on the receiver before the man could reply. He yawned, walked to the kitchen to make a large cup of coffee and put the news on. The news tonight was dull, the same old sports report, followed by yesterdays top story, in this case the Kitten that got stuck in its owner's roof, so he finished his coffee and had a long hot shower.
The clock beamed 11:17 when Rich finally collapsed onto his bed. He slept peacefully for the next ten hours unaware that he wouldn't be getting a peaceful sleep after tonight.
Dave sat bold up right in the dark. Groaning he fell back into his pillow,
"It's your turn," his wife groggily mumbled from next to him. With a Bollo like huff he got out of bed and dragged his feet to the next room. He walked in and turned on the lamp and saw his nine month old daughter sitting in her crib crying for human affection.
"Aw Violet come here." Dave lifted his daughter out and sat in the chair next to the crib. After fifteen minuets of cooing, nursery rhymes and even three or four crimps Violet had slowly fallen back asleep. Dave laid her in the crib, turned off the lamp and quietly left back to his own bed. He checked the time and moaned, 11:34.
"Was she alright?" he kissed his wife on the forehead and slid back under the covers,
"perfectly." Snuggling up to her they soon fell back into a much-appreciated sleep.
Jullian sat in a cosy warm chair half way through writing out a Guitar solo. He yawned and stretched happily when a box marked "tea" caught his eye
"mmm tea." Putting the sheet music on a coffee table and the guitar back in its stand Jullian got up to make him self a cup. He began making the tea and pulled out a biscuit tin taking three short bread cookies and put them on a plate. The kettle filled the kitchen with steam when the water boiled. He filled the mug adding sugar and milk and walked back to the chair. He sipped his tea savouring the sweet taste. The short bread cookies were finished quicker than he expected and he placed his mug in the sink. When clock struck 11:45 Jullian had already brushed his teeth and was lying in bed starring at the ceiling. He absolutely could not forget about the appointment he had tomorrow. He rolled over and whispered good night to Julia then let sleep engulf him.
Noel paid the taxi driver and began walking to his front door. Shaking out of his jacket he threw it on the coat stand.
"Mm home sweet home." He mumbled to himself walking straight to his bathroom. Tonight was freezing and he was freezing. The steam from the hot water quickly filled the room and seeped through the crack at the bottom of the door. Once he was finished showering he went straight to his bed. The time was 12:13 when his phone began to ring.
"Urgh come on!" he tiredly rolled over and picked up the phone from the bedside table and put it to his face.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL! What's going on buddy!" he now held to phone at arms lengths and was rubbing his ear cursing.
"Why are you calling? Its midnight." Noel grumbled holding the phone to his other ear.
"Oh yeah um...I had to ask you if you um...I forgot..."
"how about when you remember what it is you had to tell me you write it down and show me later."
"O.K…good idea… bye."
"Good bye." Noel hung up the phone and after some thought, unplugged the phone and threw across the room.
"He's pissed which means endless drunk calls all across the night." He said to himself.
Mike sat in his car waiting for the red light to turn green. He looked across to car next to him. A mother was yelling at her children who were fighting in the back seat. She seemed to notice him instantly and gave him a glare that could shrivel a flower. Thankfully the lights turned green and Mike drove away from the glaring woman. He turned left and sped off down the street only to groan in annoyance. At the end of the street there was a road closed sign
"Tonight of all nights there has to be a traffic jam. I just want to be home." He looked at his watch. 12:24.
The cars were being redirected to turn around and head back the way they had came. When he got closer he wound down his window to ask what the hold up was a nearly gagged.
It was a car crash. A horrific one. Two cars had smashed into each other. One lay upside-down and the other had all of its left side smashed up. The upside-down car had saw marks where fire men had cut off the metal to free the driver. Both cars had blood smeared on the front windows and along the left side of the car that stood the right way up. But what made his stomach twist were the three body bags on the ground. From a distance the fire trucks and ambulances hid the cars and the body bags but when you got close enough you could see them.
"ANNIE!" a figure rushed past his car window followed by two others.
One stopped in its tracks near the front of his car but the other two kept running. One fell to their knees when they saw the body bags and began wailing. The other grabbed them and pulled them into an embrace. Mikes attention was drawn back to the person standing near his car. They had not moved an inch and he could their breath coiling around their face before drifting off into the cold night. A rapping on the passenger side window made Mike jump.
"Sir you're going to have to turn around, you can't go through here."
"Yeah." He said distractedly. The car in front of him had made a U-turn and driven away. Mike performed the U-turn and began to follow the car into front of him. He caught a last glance at the person. It was a young girl, maybe 14 or 15. She had scrambled out of the way of the cars and was now standing on the side of the road. Tears covered her cheeks and her bottom lip was quivered with each inhale she took. She shook where she stood and her eyes never moved from the other two people or the body bags. Mike kept driving onwards. When he got home he sat down and turned
on his T.V for a distraction but he couldn't pay attention to what ever was on. He turned off the T.V and tried to sleep but he couldn't get that scene out of his head. The girl, the blood on the cars or the two wailing people crouching near the body bags. He finally found sleep but it wasn't comforting.
A/N: I don't know if they live in houses or flats so I just guessed. Also Julia is Julian's partner.