..."Brrring, Brrring...Brrring, Brrring...Brrring, Brrring."
Have you ever gone through life and ever regretted picking up the phone at ridiculous times early in the morning? Your boss maybe firing you for being late one too many times? A call from your mother saying your sister has gone into labor? A family member in hospital caused by some stupid accident that could of been avoided? while the entire time you would rather be curled up in bed, warm, cosy and safe? Of course you have, your only human like the rest of us, we all need our beauty sleep, but answer this, have you ever wished you would rather be condemned to hell than to have picked up that phone? No?..well i do, every single day, i should of never answered that phone..
"Alright, Alright i'm up stop ringing already damn you!" I dragged my arm across the bed helplessly searching for the phone.
"Yeah, its me i'm awake, whats up?"
"Hey its me, i need you to get down to the office right now, its a bad one, double homicide, and James...Children were involved." It was the first time in my career of 10 years that i had ever witnessed the horrors i did on that day, like i said..i should of never answered that phone call.
That was Chloe on the phone, She has been my partner for the last 6 years, i swear if it wasn't for her i would be out of a job, shes always the first to arrive at the crime scenes, she tells the boss i'm always late because i'm such a hard worker, always on with the next case or something new haha i wish that were the case, but frankly i'm just a lazy bastard.
I rushed out of bed stumbling across my unholy excuse for a bedroom, "Ouch! Fuck! where the fuck did this glass come from?" Ah yes, the broken bottle of bourbon, i remember using it for target practice one night after trying to drown my sorrows. I had no time to be messing around Chloe sounded serious, i pinched the tip of glass that was sticking out the side of my foot "Shit! ok, ok on three...one...two...thr AARRRGGHH! BITCH!" I managed to yank the shard of glass which was unfortunately impaled into my foot, no fault of my own *cough* i had no time to mess around with plasters or bandages so i just stuck any old sock i could find over it.
Reaching into my bathroom blindly searching for the light switch *sighs* "Four goddamn years in this shit hole and i still cant find the..Gottcha!" *Click*, The Sharpness of the light penetrated my eyes like a knife being hurled at my face. I covered my eyes with my hand reaching my way around with the other trying to peek between my fingers. I pulled myself towards the sink to splash some water onto my face. I turned the old faucet hearing the pipes groan as it released water into my hands splashing it onto my weary face. I shook my hands half-arsed still having trouble waking up.
I gazed up into the cracked mirror, looking at the person in the reflection, still wondering how i got myself here, its like looking at a total stranger, i no longer recognized the man staring back at me. I took a closer look, turning my head from one side to the other. *sighs*
"You used to be a handsome fella, what happened to you?" I don't remember myself looking this worse for ware, i look like i'm about 10 years older than my actual age, but then again what else would you expect to look like after living in Gotham for so many years, the stress is enough to kill you.