Chapter Two: A World Full Of Blank Faces
"God!" Casey yelled as she slammed the receiver down on the cradle, "You know, I just wish one day those people would just leave me alone!"
"Who are said people?" Matt asked.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just sick of the telemarketers," Casey lied. She had tried her hardest to keep this case a secret for seven months and going. She wasn't about to let anyone find out now.
Matt knew they weren't telemarketers by the scared look in her face when she listened to the person on the other side of the conversation.
Later that night:
Casey sat at home with a case folder in her hand and a pen in the other. She looked at the words but they weren't making sentences. Just words on a paper staring back at her expressionless face. No thoughts were running through her mind. Only emptiness. She wasn't especially tired, just nothingness. With that she lightly slept.
In her dream: Casey is walking in her business suit to a familiar courthouse. She waltzes through the doors into an also familiar courtroom. She does not recognize anyone in this room though. She isn't supposed to know the judge or the jury. Not only does she not know them, she cannot see their faces. It's like being nearsighted without your glasses. Even if she had glasses on, it wouldn't make a difference. These people had no faces. They were only vague memories that had no extreme purpose or they would be recognizable. The only face that Casey could see and comprehend was Terrance McDale. At his face she looked down. Casey had no desire to look into the eyes of a man, which she more than hated. Casey found herself to the witness stand and time seemed to fly by like a whirlwind. Suddenly she hears the unfamiliar judge call out "Not guilty." What did that mean? Who's not guilty? It couldn't him. How much evidence do you need to put a man away for attempted rape and murder? The crowd in the room cheered. With the judge's gavel slamming on the stand, Casey cried.
She woke up crying into her hands, just like in her dream. When she was finally aware that it was no longer a dream, she sniffed and wiped her face and nose. The buzzer at her door surprised her. She jumped at the sound of it. "Oh." She laughed at her reaction.
She looked through the peephole and turned away quickly. Her eyes searched for the phone and something easy to swing. Casey hesitated to open the door. Eventually, when the phone was dialed and her finger was on the "send" button and a two by four in her other hand, she opened the door.
A/N: This was probably a little confusing but I'm sorry. I'm not really thinking at all. It's just words and stuff. Okay, well I hope you like it and pretty pretty please review. Thank you bunches.
"God!" Casey yelled as she slammed the receiver down on the cradle, "You know, I just wish one day those people would just leave me alone!"
"Who are said people?" Matt asked.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just sick of the telemarketers," Casey lied. She had tried her hardest to keep this case a secret for seven months and going. She wasn't about to let anyone find out now.
Matt knew they weren't telemarketers by the scared look in her face when she listened to the person on the other side of the conversation.
Later that night:
Casey sat at home with a case folder in her hand and a pen in the other. She looked at the words but they weren't making sentences. Just words on a paper staring back at her expressionless face. No thoughts were running through her mind. Only emptiness. She wasn't especially tired, just nothingness. With that she lightly slept.
In her dream: Casey is walking in her business suit to a familiar courthouse. She waltzes through the doors into an also familiar courtroom. She does not recognize anyone in this room though. She isn't supposed to know the judge or the jury. Not only does she not know them, she cannot see their faces. It's like being nearsighted without your glasses. Even if she had glasses on, it wouldn't make a difference. These people had no faces. They were only vague memories that had no extreme purpose or they would be recognizable. The only face that Casey could see and comprehend was Terrance McDale. At his face she looked down. Casey had no desire to look into the eyes of a man, which she more than hated. Casey found herself to the witness stand and time seemed to fly by like a whirlwind. Suddenly she hears the unfamiliar judge call out "Not guilty." What did that mean? Who's not guilty? It couldn't him. How much evidence do you need to put a man away for attempted rape and murder? The crowd in the room cheered. With the judge's gavel slamming on the stand, Casey cried.
She woke up crying into her hands, just like in her dream. When she was finally aware that it was no longer a dream, she sniffed and wiped her face and nose. The buzzer at her door surprised her. She jumped at the sound of it. "Oh." She laughed at her reaction.
She looked through the peephole and turned away quickly. Her eyes searched for the phone and something easy to swing. Casey hesitated to open the door. Eventually, when the phone was dialed and her finger was on the "send" button and a two by four in her other hand, she opened the door.
A/N: This was probably a little confusing but I'm sorry. I'm not really thinking at all. It's just words and stuff. Okay, well I hope you like it and pretty pretty please review. Thank you bunches.