I closed the door behind me and tossed the keys onto the island. I just came back from the cafe that was near my apartment after doing a shit load of homework. I always go to that cafe, it feels nice having a big cup of coffee after dealing with the 'popular girls' and their squeals that will forever be carved into my head.

I took of my converse and put them near the door. I walked to my living room and turned on the tv that clung to my wall. I walked back to the kitchen and started reheating the food I made earlier. At times like this I wish my mom was here to teach me how to do shit. I leaned against the marble cabinet and my ears perked up at the mention of a hacker.

"-and Error 69 did it again. Last night they hacked into the underground assassin agency and exposed some of their plans to the FBI. We thank them for what they did but we are still taking caution with this hacker as we still are not sure who's side they are on. Moving on-"

I slightly smiled and rolled my eyes. All I've done is help them, help the police and especially the FBI and other resources but they still think I'm a threat, must be because they don't who I am. Great...

If you haven't catched on yet. Hi, my names Athena and I'm a hacker and I'm known as 'Error 69'. Either way it's their problem if they don't trust me, it's not like i'll beg on my knees for their trust. I don't need their trust. All I need is myself, it's been that way since I was seven.

Last night I didn't get a wink of sleep, I was busy hacking their agency looking for threats. How it took me all night you may ask, hacking is easy if you understand it but it gets hard if the source has high-security walls. A beginner wouldn't know what to do but I've been hacking all my life.

The pan sizzled loudly and I quickly lowered the hotness. I took out a plate and poured my spaghetti on it. I yawned closing my eyes, I am definitely relaxing today.

I ate my spaghetti as I scrolled through my phone. I don't even know why I was scrolling through it, its not like I have friends added on any social, hell I don't even have friends. The closest interaction I've had with people in my college is them bumping into me or the cheerleaders mumbling about me, pretty loudly if you ask me.

Little do they know I could ruin they're life in seconds. I could hack into their phones and achieve personal info but I'm not that desperate to ruin people lives although they keep pushing my limits.

I dumped my plate in the sink and walked to my room. I turned on the lights and picked out my clothes. I wasn't going out, I just wanted to relax in my tub and listen to music. I walked to my bathroom and turned the knob and soon enough the warm water started filling the tub.

I stripped put of my dirty clothes and threw them in the corner. I looked at myself in the mirror and I let my ponytail down. Dipping my legs inside the warm water made a shiver of pleasure roll down my spine as a sigh escapes my lips. I dipped down all the way and closed my eyes.

I had dark bags under my eyes and my tan skin was turning pale by not getting sleep and arriving to college not caring how I looked, they probably think I look like a zombie. Not that I'm complaining...I love zombie movies.

All the stress I felt and my tensed muscles slowly disappeared as I drifted into a deep sleep that I couldn't resist.

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I was still feeling drowsy, but I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard mumbles in the living room. My eyes started to close again. Maybe I'm hallucinating, I started to slip into unconsciousness but when a heard a loud yell my eyes opened. I'm definitely not hallucinating.

I held the edge of the tub slowly and carefully got out. I put on my robe and tightly secured it around my waist. I had weapons all around the house hidden, just incase something like this happens. I was annoyed, the day I decide to boost myself is the day someone intrudes my house. Can't I catch a break?

I opened the toilet, like where the water is saved, and I took out my throwing knives. They had my mother's last name carved into the handle, Castillo. They were my mother's, I found them when she left and to this day I use them.

I slowly walked to the bathroom door being careful with the water puddles that we're below, I might as well slip and die. I was about to turn the handle when I heard a glass shatter making me close my eyes and sigh disappointed. There was just one glass adornment in my apartment. My mother's favorite vase.

I held the doorknob tightly and my knuckles started to turn white in anger. That was the last thing I had left of her, Don't let your emotions get in the fight. My mother's words entered my head and I let go of the doorknob slowly letting my hand go limp beside me.

She used to always tell me that when we trained, to this day I still remember every single skill she taught me. I never forgot...

I sighed and slowly unlocked the door peeking my head out looking side to side. Everything was as I left it, maybe they didn't go to my room. I slowly walked out and the door creaked making me close my eyes cursing the door. I heard rapid footsteps and a curse word yell out and shortly after my apartment door opened and quickly closed.

I ran to the main door and quickly opened it, stepping outside to the empty sidewalk. The cold air swiftly blew making me shiver. I looked both sides but nobody was to be seen. I narrowed my eyes seeing a light post a few steps from here. A guy was sitting on the bench looking around at the night sky.

I was just in a robe but that didn't stop me from getting my answers. He must've heard my footsteps and turned to look at me. I didn't sit down feeling to uncomfortable. He eyed me up and down with a raised eyebrow of confusion. A cold wind strikes making me hug closer to my robe. He had curly hair and his eyes were a chocolate brown. He was light skin and he was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans.

"Do you need help, Ms?" He asked rudely making my eyebrows raise in surprise. He had a thick Italian accent.Pf guys these days.

"Actually yes, I need help." I snapped back crossing my arm over my chest. "Did you see some person come out of that apartment?" I asked pointing my finger towards my apartment.

He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

I scoffed, "Well I'm pretty sure someone entered apartment."

His eyes widened as he gaped at me like if I had grown two heads. "You're the one who lives there." He muttered to himself making me narrow my eyes suspicious.

"Excuse me?"

He cleared his throat and raised his head to look at me. "I mean, you live there?"

I tapped my bare foot against the pavement impatiently. "Yes, I live there. So did you see someone?"

He shook his head slowly pursuing his lips and he started patting his pants looking for something. "Nope, I saw no one..."

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head, "Thanks, I guess." Was the last thing I said before walking away but I couldn't help but feel his burning gaze on my back.

Well, that was a weird interaction.

I walked inside and closed the door behind with lock. I looked at the ground and saw the vase shattered, the pieces were to small to be glued back together. I notice my fingers were wrinkly by the water. How much time did I sleep in the tub? I grabbed my phone and checked the hour.

It was midnight, I was in the tub for five hours, sleeping. I decided to forget what happened and continued with my life but some thoughts crosses to my mind.

What if someone found out you are Error 69?

What if it was a enemy?

My stomach grumbled cutting all my thoughts. Being the world's greatest hacker meant I had my own enemies, some people even pay hitman's to murder me, but they don't even know how I look like so they fail. My stomach grumbled making it known it was empty and in need of a snack, I patted it. Guess I'm having a late night snack.

I didn't want to eat more of the leftovers so I quickly bathed myself properly and put on a pair of sweatpants and a white hoodie with my black converse. I left my hair down for it to dry and I grabbed my keys and walked out.

I crossed the empty street and towards the park, that's where normally the fast foods are located. The smell of delicious Mexican tacos entered my senses making me drool. I walked over to the truck and I immediately smiled seeing Antonio. I've come to this truck several times to taste the delicious Mexican food. My taste buds are begging for food.

"Hey, Antonio. How's it going?" I asked leaning against his truck. He took out his spatula's as he flipped them around in his hand. He looks about mid-forties and is always happy and joyful.

"Ahh, it's going well Mija." He exclaimed. "The orders have been rising and its helping me a lot, you know gotta mantener the familia."

I smiled nodding, "It makes me happy to hear that, Antonio. I'm glad your family is doing well."

He hummed taking out some seasoning, "What about yours?" He asked not understanding what he just said.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him weirdly, I already told him what happened. He looked at me and stared at me for a moment as he analyzed my face. His eyes suddenly widened as he sputtered out apology's.

"Oh fuck! Jesus, Santa Maria. I forgot, perdon! Soy tan pendejo!" He exclaimed stopping what he was doing. "I'm giving you free tacos tonight just for that."

I shook my head chuckling. I doesn't hurt me when people talk about them or if they mention them but what hurts is reviving my memories with my nightmares or seeing things that they owned that are now mine.

We chatted for a bit more and he finally gave me my tacos.

I sat on a nearby bench that was in the park, the park looked dark and scary but I could see the truck light faintly from a far making me ease.

I put the plastic plate beside and I took my phone out of my back pocket scrolling through it a bit. I suddenly heard a creek from one of the swings on my right. I froze and slowly put my phone on my lap. I sighed and turned my head abruptly to the swing.

I couldn't see anything, just pure darkness. I fidgeted with my phone and turned on the flashlight, please don't be a spirit. With all the things Antonio has told me like the legends of the Mexican culture, I'll probably piss my pants. I flashed my phone rapidly to the swing but I only heard a hiss and two cat orbs staring right back at me. I pressed my lips together embarrassed.

I looked around me making sure nobody saw that. I shook my head and sat back down. As soon as I grabbed my taco and raised it to my lips ready to taste it, I felt a rough hand cover my mouth and a pressure on my neck. My eyes widened but they quickly began to close drooping. My consciousness started to fade leaving me seeing blurry and black spots but the only thing I could focus on was the splatter the tortilla made when it hit the ground.

That taco didn't deserve to die that way.