A/N: FINALLY. Sorry for the late-ish update, guys - I've just been so insanely busy recently :( Nonetheless, I did it! It's here! Hope you enjoy!
Something doesn't feel right.
It has only been a few days since I last showed up at my apartment, realizing too little too late that Matt was inside my own living room, waiting to remind me of the good old days. And it was just my luck for him to show up when I needed to re-stock on fresh sets of clothes. Of course, it wasn't luck - or lack thereof - but rather lack-of-sense caused by mental-breakdown caused by physical-assault caused by abusive-psycho-ex-AKA-Matt that had me heading straight to Rafael's without the damn clothes I originally stopped by for.
Which means that I, for the past few days, had to rotate clothes that I'd already worn.
Of course, I could've been a normal, logical, respectable human being and decided to visit the local laundromat or even the dry cleaner's - but who has the time for that? Certainly, not me.
Not these days, anyway.
So, here I am, back at the scene of the crime, standing in front of my apartment door.
God, this feels like deja vu.
Because once again...
Something doesn't feel right.
I mean, yes, the door is properly closed and locked - with the upgraded replacement locks, no less - but I just know something is off.
I'm just not sure if this instinct - this gut feeling - belongs to Ellie Parker or Detective Parker.
Regardless of whose it is, it's real, it exists, and it's currently blowing sirens in my ears and waving giant red flags. So, like last time, I bring my gun to my side and slowly unlock the door.
Immediately, I have the violent urge to throw up.
The smell is familiar - one I've learned to recognize during my days in CPD's Homicide Unit. It's unforgettable. Unmistakable.
Death.
Then I see him.
And this time, he's not able to glare at me or smirk at me. He's unable to taunt me or beat me.
He can no longer threaten to drain me of my will, because here he sits before me, so obviously drained of his own life.
He's gone - no, he's here.
But he's dead.
Matt's dead.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun.