The Undead Next Door

by izbels

It's probably not normal to see your dead boyfriend on a nightly basis, but this is what is happening to Bella Swan, Forensics student and pissed off girlfriend. Published in real time. Drabblish. Yes its a word I think...

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14.

2.45PM Thursday

I'm antsy. Normally the thrill of processing specimens keeps me busy and stops me from over thinking life. I'm busy taking names and kicking metaphorical butt in a scientific non-violent kind of way. Well, my small contribution of adding chemicals and running machines seems to be important when court comes into session at any rate. Formality and paperwork keeps me distant yet focused. People don't bother you when you have a pile of plastic bags and swabs in front of you.

I could just duck into the evidence room for half an hour.

I know those files by heart. Why the hell do I continue to think that my 500th review of the little brown boxes is going to make a rat's arse of difference? More experienced folk have looked before me. Hell more experienced folk have taken pity on me and looked through them with me.

It's always the same.

Blood loss incompatible with life.

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