Things Godot Can't See
Chapter 1
Can you believe it? I'm writing something! Crazy, huh? I got really busy with my schoolwork and sports, but now I might have some more extra time to write stuff! I'll try my best to update this. Enjoy!
Anyone who had seen Dahlia Hawthorne would have something to say about her appearance. Some might say graceful, the way she serenely walks, as if gliding on air. Others might say adorable, the utterly cute way she smiles. A few might even say that she is beautiful. Men would drool a river for her, and then fantasize that they could take her sailing on that very river. But for one man, it was all he could do to not spit out his coffee.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The previous efforts were futile, and coffee went spilling everywhere. It drenched the picture he was looking at. Godot peacefully began to look through some of his old files, when an image of a certain someone fluttered out of the envelope. It landed on his desk, perfectly in his line of sight. His scream could be heard throughout the entire Prosecutors Office.
Godot could not be sure of what he saw, now that the picture was soaked in black coffee. Hoping it was just a dream, he ventured to his neighboring office.
All the bravado was knocked out of him as he timidly tapped the door to Edgeworth's office. When the Demon Prosecutor opened it, he was shocked to see Godot hunched over, sniffling. He was usually so cool, so confident, but here he was looking completely terrified. "Can I talk to you?" The words made Edgeworth cringe, since he was horrible with anything to do with feelings, but he knew someone from Human Resources would get him in trouble if he turned Godot away. So, he let him in.
After plopping down on the plush couch, Godot spoke again. "I saw something horrifying today." The words were barely a whisper, but Edgeworth heard them nonetheless. He inferred that it was probably a gruesome body at a crime scene. The description was something Edgeworth really didn't want to hear, but in this position he had to at least try to comfort his colleague. "Why don't you tell me about what you saw?" He asked calmly, and Godot nodded, agreeing to tell him about his traumatic experience.
"I was cleaning out some of my old files, and when I look down, a picture of... of... Dahlia Hawthorne was staring at me."
Edgeworth flinched, knowing how hard it would've been for him to see her face again. She even made him shiver!
"Mr. Godot, I know it's hard to put the past behind you, but I think it's for the best if-"
He was rudely cut off by a hysterical Godot.
"But that's not all! She had NO HAIR!"
By then Edgeworth had no idea what on Earth Godot was talking about. Of course she hair! That long gloss of bright red hair. How could he miss it?
Now on the floor, Godot was curled into a tight ball, weeping. "The horror, the horror!", he kept yelling. Sighing, Edgeworth picked up him up and carried him, all the way down twelve flights of stairs, to his car. Godot was set gently down in the backseat while Edgeworth rapidly drove him to the mental hospital.
Yup, that's right! Dahlia Hawthorne with no hair! Poor Godot, he was so used to it by then. I hope this wasn't too terrible, but the ability to write will come back eventually! Thanks for reading!