a/n: Thank you for making me smile! One more school day to go - then it's summer, which means more writing! Yay!
April 6, 2009
Dear Diary,
He's so adamant that every story makes sense. But that's not the case. Not everything always makes sense. Not every crime is solved and wrapped up into a nice, neat bow. My mom's case wasn't. There are cases every day that get slapped onto the cold pile. Not every story makes sense.
A Chill Went Through Her Veins. That's the title he gave to this case. He thinks he's clever, naming cases. Dead girl, frozen for five years, clearly that means he should make a joke. He tried to impress me with his speed-reading, with his quippy one-liners. Those aren't going to work on me. They may work on his usual…women, but not me.
He tried to get a read on me. Thinks he knows me, knows what makes me tick. He doesn't. If he knew everything, he'd be gone too. Just like the others. I can't blame them though, not really. I push everyone away. Why the hell would I want people close to me? Everyone eventually goes away. I can't handle that from any one else. Might as well not let anyone in.
Every day, I put on my Dad's watch, and put my Mom's ring around my neck. Every day, my heart breaks a little more.
I don't think I can hurt any more.
Kate