Have you ever thought about the meaning of life? I haven't, honestly.

 Though this wasn't the first time I had witnessed a corpse lying in front of me, dead and decaying, somehow this death felt more personal. Not only because the dead body lying before my eyes was a little more familiar. But more because in my mind due to some twisted reasons I felt deeply entangled with this unfortunate occurrence. 

A feeling of dread settled inside my heart and eventually I realized it was guilt. At that moment even more than being sad,I felt guilty. Of what? I didn't know. 

But even more shocking was the fact that I wasn't particularly sad. Of course after spending over a decade with this particular individual I would surely feel some sort of attachment. That wasn't the reason for my inadequate reaction. 

At that moment neither did I shed a tear nor did I try to move. I just stood 5 ft away from Madonna's bleeding body contemplating the new burden I felt on my shoulders. Was I even sorry? Not at that moment no. Everything felt apart and I stood there, disappointed, like I've been trying to run away from fate and now I've finally failed. The fate of being alive, the burden of being alive, death.

" I- What happened here?" Gerard broke the silence I was wishing to prolong.

I shook my head "don't know" I whispered.

" It doesn't seem like any form of attack. There're no signs of struggle."he murmured. "Did you know her?" he turned towards me. I nodded.

"A-Are you okay?"

"hmm sure"

He kept looking at me. "How do you think she got injured...like that?" he asked after a while.

"don't know" I shook my head again . It was weird indeed. Everything was in place. It couldn't have been burglary. Besides Madonna was an extremely powerful witch, one of the most powerful in fact. What could've killed her? And like that too, with her entire body drenched in blood but it didn't appear as if someone else had entered the house.

We were currently standing in the library of our house, well just mine now I guess. Shelves after shelves drowned in ancient books of witchcraft. And there was Madonna lying still in her own pool of bloods by the desk at the center.

My relationship with her if something resembled the most between that of an employee and the employer. But she also was the only person I knew for all those past years. She was an accomplice, even a friend at times. Sure I was devastated in a sense but that emotion wasn't what was at the front of my mind then.

"What do you want to do now?" Gerard continued to inquire me.

What did it matter to him? He must've seen things more brutal. It wasn't like he was responsible of me. Heck, we've barely known each other for twelve hours. But that question knocked some sense into me. I needed to calm down and think. I can't just stand there and contemplate the impact of the situation henceforth.

Only the ones who move fast are the ones who stand a chance to survive. I wasn't done with life yet. At least I liked to think so.

What do I want to do now?  It didn't matter. What mattered was what I needed to do.

"I need to leave" I said after a long pause. Then I dashed up the stairs to my room. I need to leave the Market as soon as possible. Throwing open the door, I reached for my chest. Upon dumping as much gold coins that were in Madonna's possession, I put in a few other of my belongings as fast as I can. 

I forced all other thoughts to go away but at the back of my mind I still felt that feeling lingering, trying to break through.

When I reached down stairs I found Gerard closely examining the corpse. Now to think of it I should've left right then but I chose otherwise. "What will you do?" 

He quickly looked up in my direction, startled. "I..am leaving with my crew...Why? Where are you going?" He eyed my trunk.

"I need to leave the country. I- If someone actually killed her which given the circumstances seems pretty fucking likely, my life would be in danger"

"Won't you like bury her first? " Gerard asked hesitantly. I found my lips curving up ever so slightly.

"What does it matter? She'll remain dead either way" I continued to stand there, staring at Gerard. He stared back.

"Where will you go? " he asked after a long pause.

"I don't know" I replied. Move, just leave, stop standing there. What are you even hoping for? "And even if I did I shouldn't tell you" I started towards the front door. And the moment I was about to pull open the front door to our house the door jerked open, making me stumble back in surprise.

"Frank" I heard someone call my name.

It was Pete.

AN_ somebody help I've no idea what i'll do after this 

Is there anyone like me who plans the beginning and the ending but then has no fucking clue what to put in the middle?