Sometimes I don't know what the hell I am doing and I just want this whole
nightmare to end. It just makes me think, every time I see some lousy guy
being cuffed that my entire career relies on these sad people running
around with every intention to kill. People who carry out robberies, hit
and runs, even the occasional stalkers, I depend on these people.
I would have nothing if the world were perfect. Nothing. Big, fat NOTHING.
It's not as if I have this caring family to run to when things turn out right, a set of parents to protect their 'precious little girl' from the great wide world, a line of siblings to offer their opinion on the latest boyfriend.
And then there goes the worst part.
He looks through me like I don't exist. The smile he used to give me, even the briefest of touches, all gone. And I don't even know what happened. What the hell went wrong?
I shift uncomfortably on the hard bed. The hard bed? Opening my eyes, I hastily sit up and try to remember where on earth I am. I can't see anything through the gloom.
This is getting kind of confusing, seeing as I don't know where I am, and I don't feel the slightest bit nervous. Cautiously, I pull back the covers and walk somewhat shakily over to the light switch. Flicking it on, I am greeted by the angry stare of twenty dead butterflies on the wall. Something strikes me as familiar, but I cant say what it is. Other than that, the room is rather empty, save for the uncomfortable bed, a chest of drawers and the butterflies.
I decide to explore further and open the only door leading out of the room. I find a short hallway, and, moving forward slowly, peer through the next door along, find a girl staring back at me. She seems kind of scared, a bit pale, with huge brown eyes staring, unblinking back at me. She is wearing a shirt that is far too big and hangs nearly to her knees, looking strangely out of place on her tall figure.
She looks kind of familiar, like the butterflies in the room, but I can't place her.
Then a really weird thing happens: a guy comes up behind her, crouches down, and whispers something in her ear. She's staring at me like I'm a ghost or something. I don't like that look.
She smiles wistfully in my direction, leaving me even more confused that I was a minute ago.
As I look on, they start talking.
"You know, I thought I saw mummy standing there." The girl points at me.
"Honey, she watches you everywhere you go." The man says gently.
"Why did she have to go away?" The little girl whines, with tears building in her eyes.
"Come on, let's get you to bed, I'll tell you her story again."
The girl smiles as she leaps into the man's arms. He stands staring at me, and then smiles regretfully, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you Sara, goodnight."
And with that Grissom turns around and walks away from me again, but this time with our daughter in tow.
N/a I'm sorry! I can't seem to stay away from the sad stories. You can interpret this one however you wish. Please send me a review, whether you like my writing or not, and tell me what you think. Thanks again. (
I would have nothing if the world were perfect. Nothing. Big, fat NOTHING.
It's not as if I have this caring family to run to when things turn out right, a set of parents to protect their 'precious little girl' from the great wide world, a line of siblings to offer their opinion on the latest boyfriend.
And then there goes the worst part.
He looks through me like I don't exist. The smile he used to give me, even the briefest of touches, all gone. And I don't even know what happened. What the hell went wrong?
I shift uncomfortably on the hard bed. The hard bed? Opening my eyes, I hastily sit up and try to remember where on earth I am. I can't see anything through the gloom.
This is getting kind of confusing, seeing as I don't know where I am, and I don't feel the slightest bit nervous. Cautiously, I pull back the covers and walk somewhat shakily over to the light switch. Flicking it on, I am greeted by the angry stare of twenty dead butterflies on the wall. Something strikes me as familiar, but I cant say what it is. Other than that, the room is rather empty, save for the uncomfortable bed, a chest of drawers and the butterflies.
I decide to explore further and open the only door leading out of the room. I find a short hallway, and, moving forward slowly, peer through the next door along, find a girl staring back at me. She seems kind of scared, a bit pale, with huge brown eyes staring, unblinking back at me. She is wearing a shirt that is far too big and hangs nearly to her knees, looking strangely out of place on her tall figure.
She looks kind of familiar, like the butterflies in the room, but I can't place her.
Then a really weird thing happens: a guy comes up behind her, crouches down, and whispers something in her ear. She's staring at me like I'm a ghost or something. I don't like that look.
She smiles wistfully in my direction, leaving me even more confused that I was a minute ago.
As I look on, they start talking.
"You know, I thought I saw mummy standing there." The girl points at me.
"Honey, she watches you everywhere you go." The man says gently.
"Why did she have to go away?" The little girl whines, with tears building in her eyes.
"Come on, let's get you to bed, I'll tell you her story again."
The girl smiles as she leaps into the man's arms. He stands staring at me, and then smiles regretfully, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you Sara, goodnight."
And with that Grissom turns around and walks away from me again, but this time with our daughter in tow.
N/a I'm sorry! I can't seem to stay away from the sad stories. You can interpret this one however you wish. Please send me a review, whether you like my writing or not, and tell me what you think. Thanks again. (