(Untitled) Chapter 1 EVERYTHINGS EVENTUAL Never in my 25 years of life had a taken the time to ponder my own death. But, well I'm pretty sure that any one at my age hardly does. Unless they just so happen to be in my position, which is with their lives literally hanging by a thread, or more accurately a cable rope. The kind that holds elevator shafts afloat. It was rather disappointing to realize that this was not how I would have preferred to kick the bucket. I snorted. Please Heather, you think anyone in the world ever wishes to die of a twenty foot drop down a dark and cold elevator shaft? I should have listened to my friend, and my roommate. They had all warned me to leave this well alone. The cops have it under control, they said. You can't put your life in danger to go after a dorm serial killer, that's not in your job description. First of all it is not a dorm it is a residence hall thank you very much. And let the record state (what record? Don't ask me ive no idea) that I do not regret trying to keep my kids safe. If the cops truly had it under control how come I had to inform not one, not two but three girls that their young, beautiful, healthy daughters had been killed? The thing is I don't purposely go out of my way to put my life on the line. I happen to have been blessed with a gift and that is the gift of intuition. I do regret not having solved this mystery. Just when I had discovered a very vital clue! Oh, God I know I cant hold on much longer. I was losing my grip. "Help!" I screamed for the umpteenth time. Although I knew no one would come. Everyone was at home celebrating thanksgiving weekend. "Somebody, help me!" this was it. Goodbye, cruel world. I had only come in to the residence hall to take some paperwork home when I had been savagely pushed down an empty elevator shaft, but not before I saw that the culprit had been female. The unmistakable telltale sign of breasts was the last thing I saw before I was shoved into the darkness. No more, I could hold on no more. My strength, my will, they had fled from my weak, size 12 body (which is not considered fat by the way). I
slipped. And I fell. And fell. I felt my stomach clench at the sensation of the drop. Thud. Pain. Pain everywhere. Then nothing.