Hi, I'm Lillian Rosalia Mendelsohn. I would like to tell you where I want to take this story.
This will start at the moment that Lindsay gets a letter about having to testify against Daniel Cadence. I will show a lot of things about Lindsay's family, but I'll show a lot about the trial, too. However, I am going to tell a different version of what happened to Lindsay's friends. I am also planning on showing what happens at the lab. I don't know yet where the story is going to end, but let's just worry about the beginning first...
So, now enjoy my story, and please let me know what you think.
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Lindsay Monroe opened the door to her apartment, closed it behind her, threw her jacket over the couch and kicked off her shoes. It was pretty cold outside, but she felt warm inside. She was absolutely happy. Within a couple hours, she would sit across Danny in a nice restaurant, having dinner. She just couldn't believe it.
She went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Maybe that would calm her down. But instead she drank too fast, and started hiccuping. She put the glass down and laughed at her stupid self. The sun was shining in her living room, giving it a nice shade of yellow. The butterflies in her stomach were driving her crazy. She hadn't eaten all day, but she just didn't feel like it. She didn't feel like anything. She really didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this.
Suddenly she remembered she had forgotten to get her mail. Holding her breath to stop the hiccuping, she opened her door and stepped into the hallway.
She was met by the frowning face of her neighbour. She stared at him for a moment, wondering why he was staring at her so curiously, and then she got it.
"Oh...," hiccup, "eh... hiccuping," she explained, laughing.
"Yeah, I thought there had to be something to explain your blown up face and that lovely shade op purple that's on it," her neighbour laughed. "You shouldn't hold your breath. It never works. Maybe I should scare you?" Lindsay could see the twinkling in his eyes when he thought of that. He was always teasing her.
"Well, Peter, I don't really...," hiccup, "I don't really think anything can scare me today," she said with a beaming smile on her face.
"Oh no? And why is it that you are in such a great mood then? This wouldn't have anything to do with that guy that walked you up to your door last week, would it?" Lindsay looked shocked. She had seen Peter just coming down the stairs, but she hadn't thought he had seen them. "Ha, you should see your face right now. I think I managed to scare you a bit after all...," Peter laughed.
"Very funny, Pete," Lindsay said, placing her hands on her hips and frowning. She was looking pretty serious, but then another hiccup escaped from her mouth, and it made Peter laugh even harder. Lindsay sighed and her face broke into a smile again. Never mind trying to be mad at him, she was surprised that she had even managed to get that frown on her face.
"Well? You didn't answer my question... Does this," he pointed at Lindsay's smiling face, "have anything to do with that guy?" He studied her face carefully, hoping to see a reaction to his question that would give him the answer right away.
"No...," she said just a little too quickly and hesitatingly, "No it doesn't. It's," hiccup, "It's just a very nice day..."
"Uhuh... Right... Well, I've got to say that pink looks a lot better on you than purple...," Peter said, pointing at Lindsay's blushing face.
Lindsay smiled shyly before saying goodbye to Peter, and made her way down the stairs.
She took her mail back to her apartment and sat on the couch. The weather had changed a bit. She could tell it was going to rain pretty badly any minute. There were a couple of bills, which she threw on the coffee table. And then there was a letter from her brother. She opened it immediately. She loved getting mail from home. And Matthew's letters always made her laugh. He wrote every now and then, when he had something on his mind.
After reading it for the second time, she put it on the coffee table as well. She was just looking if there were more interesting letters, when her phone rang. She jumped at the sudden sound, stood up from the couch and walked around it to answer her call. But then she hiccuped again, and she dropped the letters on the floor. Trying to pick them up quickly, her eye fell on another letter from Montana. But this time it didn't make her smile. She sunk to the floor, because her legs didn't seem strong enough to carry her tiny body anymore. She sat, resting her back against the back of the couch, and stared at the letter for a moment, completely forgetting about the phone, which was still ringing.
Her hands were shaking, as she ripped the envelope open. She had to read it over and over again before she really understood what it said. The words just didn't stay in her head. She didn't know how many times she had read it, but then it sank it. They had found the killer. Her friend's killer. And she had to testify.
Lindsay didn't know what to think of this. She didn't know what to do, what she felt. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but she couldn't choose, so the did both. She laughed and cried at the same time, and then did nothing but sit there, with her knees pulled up to her chin, drifting off deep into her thoughts. Her hiccuping had long before stopped, and outside it was raining.
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Morgan Hartfield had tried to reach his friend a dozen times. His first attempt had been two hours ago, but Lindsay hadn't returned his calls. He wanted to check if he could step by for a moment, just for fun. But Lindsay's not returning his calls wouldn't bother him.
He wanted to see his best friend, and he wanted it now. Morgan and Lindsay had been friends ever since they were ten years old. He was the only friend from Montana she had left. The rest of her friends had been brutally murdered a very long time ago. They had been Morgan's friends, too. He had just been lucky that he hadn't gone with them that night. The loss of their friends had only brought Morgan and Lindsay closer.
And when Lindsay had told Morgan she was going to move to New York, he had told her he was going with her. Being a writer, Morgan could work everywhere. Lindsay had been so happy that she had hugged him for ever. There was just no way that he would survive all the pity looks and questions in Montana alone. And he also didn't want Lindsay to get hurt. He couldn't lose another friend. So he had decided that he would look after her a bit, and with that, he had also reassured Lindsay's family.
Now, Morgan's place was just a ten-minute walk away. He hadn't seen Lindsay all week, because she had been so busy with a case. He always missed her immediately when that happened. They could sit and talk forever, or they could do nothing and be silent, but they always had fun.
As he walked the stairs to her door, he really hoped she was home. He had just ran through the pouring rain just to get to her. He knocked on her door. He didn't ring the doorbell, because he knew Lindsay always jumps at the sudden noise of it, just like she does when the phone starts ringing. There was no answer, so he knocked again, and then he knocked again. And finally, he ringed the bell, but Lindsay didn't seem to be home.
Since it was still raining, Morgan decided to grab the key Lindsay had given him when she moved into her apartment, and he opened the door. Lindsay had told him that he could always come into her home when he felt like he needed to, so he was sure she wouldn't mind.
But when he opened the door, he didn't see a nice and bright home. No, he saw his best friend sitting with her knees pulled up to her chin on the floor with a letter in her hand. Lindsay looked at him immediately, shaken out of her thoughts. She had hoped whoever was at the door would go away, but she was happy to see a dripping wet Morgan stand in the doorway.
"Lindsay? What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he saw her worried face. "Didn't you hear me knock?" He walked up to her, taking his coat off, and he crouched next to her, so that he could look her in the eyes.
"Yeah... No... Well, I don't know..." She was obviously confused, Morgan could see that. He couldn't see if she was sad, or angry or scared. Maybe it was more like tired, or a combination of all the above. Her face was completely blank.
"What's that?" Morgan asked, taking the letter out of her hand. He looked at it for a moment, without reading it, waiting for Lindsay to answer, but she didn't. He looked up at her and noticed she suddenly had tears in her eyes. Then he started to read the letter. Word for word the information floated into his head, and took over his brain. "They got him...," was all he could whisper.
Lindsay looked at him, and one single tear slipped from her eye. Most people would have thought she was just a little upset, crying one single tear, but Morgan knew that Lindsay always cried like that. She never really burst into tears, no matter how sad she was.
"They want me to testify..." Her voice was a little weak, but Morgan could still see the strong woman it belonged to. "I'm sorry," she said as she wiped her tears away, "I guess I'm just a little scared..."
"Why are you scared, Linds?" Morgan asked touching her hand slightly. He heard her take a deep breath, and he knew this was going to be a pretty long conversation. He went to sit next to her, with his back resting against the back of the couch.
"I just don't want to go back there... All the looks and questions, I just don't think I can go through that again. Everything was finally looking up... I was just starting to get me life back on track... I haven't thought about the accident for such a long time... I felt so great, Morgan... New home, new city, new job, new friends..," Lindsay said, her voice becoming smaller after every sentence, "Well, except for you of course," she added, when Morgan looked a bit strange at her. "I mean, things were finally working out with Danny- Shit!" she suddenly yelled, as she put a hand over her mouth.
"What?" Morgan asked, a bit worried.
"O god... This is really bad... I was supposed to be having dinner with Danny half an hour ago...," Lindsay explained, and then she sighed in frustration with herself. How could she forget that! "It's like everything I have worked for all this time I have been here, is suddenly gone. Like I have to start all over again..."
"Don't worry," Morgan said as he took her hand in his, but he knew it was a stupid reply, and he was going to hear it, too, seeing Lindsay's face.
"Don't worry? I don't have to worry about this, Morgan? Or course I'm worrying about this! Can't you see how hard this is? I have to leave my job here, I have to leave everything behind," Lindsay yelled, "I don't want to go... I really don't want to look them all in the eye again. I just can't do that. I had finally left the past behind, and now it's all coming back... I don't want it to start all over again, Morgan...," Lindsay whispered.
"But it already has..., " Morgan said, pointing at the letter he had just thrown onto the floor.
"Yeah, it has... And it really sucks..," Lindsay sighed, and more tears fell from her eyes. "I guess it was just too good to be true..."
Morgan put an arm around her. He could see she was scared now. He could see it in her eyes. It was an expression he hadn't seen ever since they had come to New York. He didn't want to show her how worried he was. He didn't want to lose Lindsay, he really couldn't lose her. But therefore he knew he had to be strong. He couldn't let her see how sad and scared he was. He was going to help her, by being the stronger one.
He sighed, and pulled back his arm. Lindsay seemed to be deep in her thoughts again. He watched her for a moment. He thought she looked sad, and whenever that happened, he felt the strong need to cheer her up.
"So, are we just going to sit here for the rest of the day? You know, it's still raining really badly, so I can't go home anyway. We might as well make it a nice evening then...," Morgan suggested, and he smiled friendly at her.
"Yeah, you're right. I won't have to leave for another month, so I guess we should just enjoy the time I'm here, right?" She smiled, as Morgan pulled her to her feet and messed up her hair.
"Well, now we have agreed on that, what do you want to do? You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Morgan asked, and Lindsay shook her head. "Good, because I'm starving! Let's grab some food alright? I came across this very nice place yesterday and- Lindsay?"
"Huh, yeah I heard you... Sounds nice..." Morgan's words had reminded her of Danny. She really hoped he wasn't mad at her.
She gave Morgan a reassuring smile and went to get her coat. "Oh, and you might want to fix your hair a little bit..." Morgan said, laughing when he messed up her hair again, like he always did. And with that, his mission was accomplished, she was laughing again. Also hitting him on his arm, but also laughing, and that was all that mattered to him.
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Hi. Thank you so much for reading this! I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter really much! I would absolutely like some reviews... They really mean a lot to me... So please let me know what you think... What did you, and didn't you like. Thank you really much in advance... I hope you liked it...
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