Close to the Heart
Chapter 3
"Damn clock!" Haruka nearly yelled when the chirping of said clock, pulled her from her dreams. She rolled over and flipped the little switch, to turn if off. Then sat up and rubbed the back of her head, she realized how much she had been tossing and turning the night before, her hair a mess. "Must have had a nice dream." She frowned and stood up, gathering up the suit she would wear for that day and laying it across her bed before wondering into the bathroom for a shower.
20 minutes later, she walked back into her room, only wearing a solid black robe, a towel covered her face as she dried her hair. She had forgotten that she had gotten bored and rearranged her bedroom a few nights ago. "OW!" her foot quickly shot up into her hand, to rub her toe, that was now bruising from hitting her computer desk. "Well today's starting out good."
After combing her short hair, and putting a little bit of gel in it, she finished drying her body before letting the robe fall to the floor and starting to get dressed for that day. She fought with her tie 3 or 4 times before she got it right. "Dammit." she cursed herself. Yet she didn't know why, every court day was always stressing to her, and nerve racking. "Bottle of Vodka sounds good tonight." she sighed as she looked in her full length mirror, to make sure she looked ok. A solid black suit, that had been tailored to fit her perfect now hung on her body, a black button down dress shirt was under it, and a deep navy tie was on top of the shirt. She sat down on her bed just long enough to slide on black socks, and black polished shoes.
After a short drive downtown, Haruka showed her ID to the guard before she was allowed to pull her car into the parking lot. It was only 11, but always enjoyed getting to the courthouse early, to make last minute preparations for her case.
It was murder this time around. The man in question was a 30 year old business man, accused of murdering his own wife and son after going completely crazy one evening. All of the evidence that had been found, pointed at him, his fingerprints were on the knife, his blood was found mixed with that of his son's in the bedsheets. After forensics searched his bedroom, they found his journal, hidden in a crevis in the wall, behind the dresser. It stated, in a few entries, how he suspected his wife of cheating on him, and how he would take care of it, and any trace of her in his life, meaning, their son.
Noon came soon enough, she looked over at a side door when the man was brought into the courtroom, in cuffs. he wore a neatly pressed suit, probably trying to make himself look good for the judge and jury.
It was pushing 5pm before the judge finally called court for the day. Angrily, Haruka packed up her files and notes. It was looking to be a long trial. Only two people had been questioned today, a police officer that arrived at the scene, after receiving the man's histerical phone call, and the coroner, stating how both victims died.
Haruka bid her farewell to the front security guard, whom she know knew by name as she exited the front of the courthouse. She was halfway down the steps before she heard her name from behind her.
"Haruka!" It was Yoshi, she hadn't realized that he had been in the court room, watching the trial. "You don't seem happy." He came to a stop next to her. "I watched you when you were cleaning up, you looked as if you wanted to scream."
Haruka sighed softly. "I was reading over the list of witnesses, and their original statements. Some saying that they had just seen him get home a few minutes before the police arrived. One saying that he was with her the whole night, that he didn't even return home until the next morning. I'm just gonna be up late tonight reconfiguring my case file."
It was sudden when it happened. A single gunshot. Everyone screamed and quickly ran for cover, or ducked down to their knees.
"Haruka get down!" Yoshi dropped to his knees and covered his head. It was a few seconds before he looked up again. The only sound he let himself hear was Haruka's quick raspy breaths. It was shock that kept her standing, her hand lightly touching the bullet hole in the center of her chest. "Haruka!!"
Her eyes went closed and she finally fell, rolling down a few steps before landing face down on the steps, toward the bottom. A pool of warm crimson blood soon surrounding her body from the wound in her chest.
Chapter 3
"Damn clock!" Haruka nearly yelled when the chirping of said clock, pulled her from her dreams. She rolled over and flipped the little switch, to turn if off. Then sat up and rubbed the back of her head, she realized how much she had been tossing and turning the night before, her hair a mess. "Must have had a nice dream." She frowned and stood up, gathering up the suit she would wear for that day and laying it across her bed before wondering into the bathroom for a shower.
20 minutes later, she walked back into her room, only wearing a solid black robe, a towel covered her face as she dried her hair. She had forgotten that she had gotten bored and rearranged her bedroom a few nights ago. "OW!" her foot quickly shot up into her hand, to rub her toe, that was now bruising from hitting her computer desk. "Well today's starting out good."
After combing her short hair, and putting a little bit of gel in it, she finished drying her body before letting the robe fall to the floor and starting to get dressed for that day. She fought with her tie 3 or 4 times before she got it right. "Dammit." she cursed herself. Yet she didn't know why, every court day was always stressing to her, and nerve racking. "Bottle of Vodka sounds good tonight." she sighed as she looked in her full length mirror, to make sure she looked ok. A solid black suit, that had been tailored to fit her perfect now hung on her body, a black button down dress shirt was under it, and a deep navy tie was on top of the shirt. She sat down on her bed just long enough to slide on black socks, and black polished shoes.
After a short drive downtown, Haruka showed her ID to the guard before she was allowed to pull her car into the parking lot. It was only 11, but always enjoyed getting to the courthouse early, to make last minute preparations for her case.
It was murder this time around. The man in question was a 30 year old business man, accused of murdering his own wife and son after going completely crazy one evening. All of the evidence that had been found, pointed at him, his fingerprints were on the knife, his blood was found mixed with that of his son's in the bedsheets. After forensics searched his bedroom, they found his journal, hidden in a crevis in the wall, behind the dresser. It stated, in a few entries, how he suspected his wife of cheating on him, and how he would take care of it, and any trace of her in his life, meaning, their son.
Noon came soon enough, she looked over at a side door when the man was brought into the courtroom, in cuffs. he wore a neatly pressed suit, probably trying to make himself look good for the judge and jury.
It was pushing 5pm before the judge finally called court for the day. Angrily, Haruka packed up her files and notes. It was looking to be a long trial. Only two people had been questioned today, a police officer that arrived at the scene, after receiving the man's histerical phone call, and the coroner, stating how both victims died.
Haruka bid her farewell to the front security guard, whom she know knew by name as she exited the front of the courthouse. She was halfway down the steps before she heard her name from behind her.
"Haruka!" It was Yoshi, she hadn't realized that he had been in the court room, watching the trial. "You don't seem happy." He came to a stop next to her. "I watched you when you were cleaning up, you looked as if you wanted to scream."
Haruka sighed softly. "I was reading over the list of witnesses, and their original statements. Some saying that they had just seen him get home a few minutes before the police arrived. One saying that he was with her the whole night, that he didn't even return home until the next morning. I'm just gonna be up late tonight reconfiguring my case file."
It was sudden when it happened. A single gunshot. Everyone screamed and quickly ran for cover, or ducked down to their knees.
"Haruka get down!" Yoshi dropped to his knees and covered his head. It was a few seconds before he looked up again. The only sound he let himself hear was Haruka's quick raspy breaths. It was shock that kept her standing, her hand lightly touching the bullet hole in the center of her chest. "Haruka!!"
Her eyes went closed and she finally fell, rolling down a few steps before landing face down on the steps, toward the bottom. A pool of warm crimson blood soon surrounding her body from the wound in her chest.