I threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. God can there just be one normal week for me. I had just gotten a call that a body was found in the alley behind a bookstore I liked to go to. I looked down, making sure the butt was stomped enough and made my way to my car. I pull out the keys and unlock the door to my 1967 Chevy Impala, jet black. As I get in I take a deep breath. Since buying this car I was the only one to occupy its empty space. I turned the ignition and the engine revved to life.

I started making my way to the scene, not knowing what to expect. It took around twenty minutes to get to the scene, but I could see the red and blue lights about a block before I arrived. I park and get out, making sure I remember to lock the car. I start walking towards the epicenter of the scene and get to the red tape, holding up my badge and entering.

I had to push a few cops aside but when I saw the body it was nothing that I could have ever imagined. I turn tail and get out of the crime scene, finding a corner and retching multiple times. It took a minute to recover but I made my way back, some of the cops looking at me funny. "Who the fuck are you looking at", I said and they immediately put their gaze somewhere else.

I reached the body and took a long look at it, making myself get used to it, even if my body was screaming at me not to. It was a child, she couldn't have been more than thirteen years old. Her body was split into six pieces. Her limbs and head were spread out and pools of blood crowded around each. The chief walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "It was Roger's daughter."

This sent me over the edge and I let my fist meet with a trash can, denting it. I shove the hand on my shoulder and turn on my heels, ducking under the red tape and making my way to Rogers. His eyes were puffy and he was talking with an officer. I ignored the conversation and wrapped my arms around him, a fresh wave of tears being shed. I pulled him away and put my hands on his shoulders, "I'm going to find who did this." I let my arms drop and turned, making my way to my car. "Hey Jason!" I turn at the sound of Rogers' voice. "Thank you", he says before turning back to finish his conversion.

I get into my car and get out of there, driving to a back alley maybe five miles away and park. Waves of tears streamed down my face and I didn't hold them back. I had known that girl for three years, she and her father are the closest thing to family that I had. It took me time to get back on the road but I needed to. I started making my way to the police station. I stopped at a stoplight and turned my head to the left and saw some teens smoking weed. They look at me and start to laugh, guess they said something about me. I pull my badge out and put it to the window. Their faces go white and threw whatever they were smoking out the window and rolled them up. I sigh and throw my badge back on my belt as I pull into the station. I park and get out, locking my car and making my way inside.

The moment I step inside all eyes are on me. I don't hold anyone against it. 25 and already head detective of the department. I got to the desk and sigh, "Got anything for me Bella?" The receptionist looks up and smiles, "Not at the moment but I'll let you know if something does come in." I turn and make my way to my office. While taking out the key I get a tap on my shoulder. Turning I'm meant with the face of an officer, Hannah. "Hey! I haven't seen you in here for a couple of days, is everything okay?" I let a sigh escape my lips and say, "Just nothing important for me in." She had a crush on me for at least three months, but I didn't feel the same way. I couldn't tell her this and crush her world. "Well I'll let you get back to your work, we should talk later." I respond to her saying, "Yea I'll see what I have time for." I open my door and close it behind me. I look forward and see my three boards, pictures and evidence hanging from magnets. I walk over and spend the next thirty minutes cleaning them off.

After cleaning everything off the boards I walk out my door and make my way to Bella. "Hey, can you get everything on children that have been killed in the last three months." She looked up at me speechless but responded with a yes. "And whatever you have on Roger and Samantha Miller." I didn't give her a chance to respond before I turned on my heels and made my way out and back to my car. At the entrance the chief stopped me, "I don't want you working on this case considering you were so close-" I cut him off, "You'll have to fire me john." I push past him and get to my car, getting in and speeding off. I make it back to my house and pull in my rundown driveway. I get out, and make my way inside. As I close and lock the front door, immediately letting myself collapse onto my couch. I needed to find out the whole story about this. I'd start everything tomorrow, for right now I needed to get some rest, even though I knew I would be plagued with nightmares.

I was in complete darkness, sobbing. All of a sudden light shot through the darkness of the closet. I thrust my face up to it and peer in. The moment that my eyes adjust to the light, the door is thrust open. The first thing I feel is a burning pain on my arm. Then on my cheek, and it didn't stop. I kept getting hit over and over again, crying out for help from anyone. That's when I woke up.

I woke up, covered in sweat and breathing hard. Every night I had these dreams and I still haven't gotten used to them. I took a look at the clock on my wall, five hours of sleep. It was much more than usual though so that was good. I got up and walked into my kitchen, grabbing out an egg and eating it raw. From then I make my way to the bathroom to get a shower

The water running down my body felt nice, washing away the sweat and grime from the day before. I washed my long hair, deciding I'd wear a small ponytail today. I turn the water off and step out of the shower, the mirror showing my muscular body. I sigh while looking at it. I looked like this from working out but also not eating enough. Not something I was proud of. I take my towel and dry off, then make my way to my bedroom. I got dressed wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans. I got everything else on and ready, my phone said it was only two in the morning. I grabbed a black sweatshirt and made my way out the door.

I make my way outside and into my car, the headlights turning on as soon as the key turns. I make my way back to the scene, making sure I was alone and then ducking under the red tape. I pulled out my phone and put the flashlight on. I started looking around, nothing standing out until I saw something pink behind the dumpster. I pull the dumpster away from the brick wall and my stomach does a flip in my stomach. It was underwear, and not a pair of boxers. I take a second for a couple of deep breaths before going back to my car, grabbing an evidence bag. That's when I hear a bang and a sharp, searing pain in my shoulder. I whip out my pistol and return fire. I only got a glimpse of the figure but from what I saw it was a man. I started sprinting after him and the chase was on. I follow him through alley after alley. All of a sudden I was met with the sight of a deadend and no suspect. Breathing hard I took a look at my shoulder, the bullet went straight through. I started my way back to my car, my blood leaving a trail where I walked. I bagged the evidence and made my way to my car. Throwing the evidence on the passenger's seat I slip off my sweatshirt and press it against my shoulder. Holy shit this hurt, it wouldn't get any better with my adrenaline wearing off. I got into my car and started my way to the hospital.