Disaster /2/
I'm bored. Seriously.
I have absolutely nothing to do… I've finished unpacking, and there's nothing else for me to do… I love reading, since I spent most of my life in the house, safely tucked in my room, there was very little I could do when I was alone. So I picked up reading.
I just finished re-reading "David Copperfield", by Charles Dickens. I love him, and Jane Austen, Tolstoy, Shakespeare… I can't pick one favorite, I love them all!
This will sound extremely corny, but books truly are my best friends. I wish I could meet those authors, have an intelligent conversation…
I seriously require human company… whatever.
Sometimes I wonder if my life has a point, a purpose… I mean, I'll never be like everyone else, I doubt that I'll go to college (I could get in to one, but I'm not scholarship material and mom could never afford to send me) so that's that.
I don't wanna come off as bitter, because I'm not. Well, not totally.
I can't wait 'till mom gets back, we're going out to the movies tonight, I love movies too. If I had to pick a favorite it will be… well, I really adore Woody Allen's movies, he's awesome. Him, and the Cohen Brothers… they're excellent too.
The truth is, I think I like movies and books because their my window to the world, I'll probably never travel anywhere exotic or exciting, not jus because we're pretty broke, but because really, my activities are so limited that it's hardly worth it…
Look at me, being all sour again…
Well, I think I'm gonna read "Emma" (Jane Austen) until mama comes home…
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"Where is that Murphy already?" Officer Blain asked nervously.
"Calm down, will ya?" answered his partner.
Blain and Giles were to respond to the call. Someone had found a dead body.
"Another one for him, huh?" Blain said, lighting a cigarette. Gotham has a serial killer on the loose, a Ripper of sorts, likes to play with his food before he eats it…
It's Blains first serial case, the regular criminals he can handle, but this…
"Let's hope she doesn't have a family…"
"No kidding… this fucking makes me so edgy… where the fuck is that Dr. Murphy?"
"Right here, sorry for the delay guys, traffic is nuts in this city."
Kelly Murphy hunched down near the corpse, it looked brutal, just like the other six dead women she examined that month. Same violence, cruelty…
'Whoever this sick psycho is, he's even worse then that Joker character…'
You never quite get use to it, despite what they say in the movies. They always portray the medical examiners to be cold, professional, "used to it"… but you really don't get used to seeing people die an unnatural, untimely death. It hurts, like a blow to the stomach, every time anew.
"Why won't the bosses call the damn F.B.I or something already? Before that son of a bitch strikes again…" Officer Giles said. Again, In reality, cops know when they're in over their heads and this time, man…
Yeah, the Feds have all the gear, manpower, profilers and shit…" Blain added, he would be the first in line to pass this case on to someone else.
"There's no I.D. on her, as usual, but at least her face isn't as badly carved up as the others, you could try to match her description to missing women… Jesus Christ…" Murphy said, she just wanted to go home and fix herself a drink, then snuggle with her husband. They've been married 16 years, and the love and passion are still there, as if they were still 25.
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Okay, trying to calm myself here… relax Riley, relax… she has to be fine…
Right?
It's already midnight, and my mom hasn't come home yet… I just don't get it, I mean, where could she be? her shift was supposed to end at 7PM, and she's never been late before… defiantly not this late…
Something's wrong…
As horrible thought begin to fill I mind… I suddenly noticed my hand is bleeding… I have no idea how that happened… then again, I wouldn't have noticed…
I hurried into the bathroom to bandage it, mom will come home soon and wrap it up nicer, I'm such a slob… god damn it!
I spilled the iodine all over the floor… great…
I already called the police, they said a person isn't missing unless it's for more then 24 hours, but the lady cop took mama's description anyway, just in case…
I'm so worried and I don't know what to do… in the meanwhile, I'll just lay on the sofa and wait…
Riiing Riiiing
The loud doorbell sound jolted me awake, looking at the clock, I saw it's almost three in the morning…
It must be mom, she had better have a good explanation for this…
"Who is it?"
"The police, ma'am."
I peered through the hole and saw two officers, one showed his badge.
I slowly opened the door, knowing this can't be good…
"Are you Ms. Riley O'Connell?"
"Y…yes…" my heart filled with dread, please tell me you found my mommy…
"You might wanna sit down."
I did so mechanically, hoping perhaps she was hurt or something…
"I'm afraid we have some bad news for you, ma'am." One said.
"It's your mother…" the other started, looking down.
"Is she
hurt? Was she in some sort of an accident? Can I see her?"
I
said frantically, hoping…
"I regret to inform you miss, but, we believe your mother has been victim to, umm," the officer struggled with the words, unable to find the right ones…
"We
have recovered the body of a female matching your mother's
description,"
"No! No!" I just kept saying that
over and over again, as if it would make it not true.
"I hate to do this to you, but we'll need you yo come down to the… well, come and identify the body."
I went with them in the squad car, only because I had a glimpse of hope that this is all a mistake, yeah, a case of mistaken identity…
But it wasn't.