Déja Vu?

I sat at a corner table. It was a decent bar. The lights were dim, and there was a low murmur of people talking, with the occasional uproar of laughter from the table on the other side of the room. I had a glass of beer. It was full. I had taken just one sip in the past 10 minutes. Maybe because of the book that was in front of me. A worn out leather-bound book. I know. Cliche.

An uproar of laughter startled me. I didn't realize that I was staring at the book. I sighed, suddenly exhausted. I asked for the bill, paid money for the still full-one-sipped beer and left. 

It was a dark night. I couldn't see the moon anywhere. The stars seemed to be shrouded with a black cloth. I don't know why but I usually look down and walk. It's a habit. I've been asked to change it by my family, my friends and my girlfriend. But I just rolled my eyes or shrugged it off with a "yeah." I turned to the left towards the bus station, but I was met by a wall. "Ouch. Stupid me," I told myself. 

I looked up after my brief moment of rubbing my forehead. And... there wasn't a corner for me to turn. No "left towards the bus station" at all. I was, instead, standing facing an alley. A dark one except for a spot of light in the middle of it. There was no one standing under it. I must have been dreaming and lost my way. I looked around. When I faced back to the direction of the spot of light, a couple stood under it. Neither of us said anything. When I observed properly, they looked.. scared? 

"Are you guys okay?" I asked, concerned but more curious. Nothing. "Um.. hello? Are you guys okay?" 

"Please don't kill us." 

At first, I didn't understand what she said. Then when I did, I was confused. Kill them? 

"Take me not him," the woman cried. 

I looked at them confused. Then stupid me realized, and I whipped around wide-eyed, afraid. I expected to see a person standing there. And you did too. But there was no one. I turned back again. 

There they were, under the spot of light, still whimpering and pleading me to not kill them. I looked around frantically to see if there was anyone around. When the couple didn't answer and when I found nothing, I decided to give the police a call and let them handle this erratic couple. As I was about to reach for my phone, that's when I noticed it. Dark and cold. 

A gun. 

My arm lifted up, targeted the couple under the spot of light, and two bullets escaped the gun. One for each person; one for each of their hearts. Their screams―

I jolted back to my seat with a gasp. I was back in the seat in the corner of the decent bar. I was panting. Sweat was pouring down my face. There was my full-one-sipped glass of beer and there was the leather-bound book in front of me. 

Was I dreaming? Was that a nightmare? Did I fall asleep in my seat? Did I zone out? What just happened? My heart was still beating fast. Was that a vision of sorts? 

As you would've guessed, I never got an answer. After I calmed down, I drank half of the beer and urgently wanted to go home and sleep this... whatever, it was, off. 

When the waiter kept the bill on my table, I hesitated to pay. Was that REALLY a dream? Or, let me rephrase. Was that REALLY not real? Because if it was, I am NOT paying a second time for the same glass of beer. I brushed the thought off.

I opened my wallet and realized there was no cash. I went to the counter and gave my card to the bartender. As I stood there, waiting for my card, I heard the sound of a gun (I recognized it faster than I would because of the recent event). Now I was CERTAIN that I heard it. I ran out of the bar with the bartender yelling behind me for me to take my credit card.

I didn't see anything on the road or the footpath. I didn't see anything around in the open. I ran to the alley next to the bar. 

I saw blood, I saw the bodies of a woman and a man, and then I saw me at the other end of the alley. 

With a gun.