A/N: I am so sorry for not updating D: I got behind in a few classes and my drama troupe is performing soon! I will try to update more often.
My alarm went off; one beep, another, then yet another. I moved to stop the obnoxious sound, but when I tried to sit up there was a weight on my chest. The object shifted its weight, then stood up. I smiled. It was nice to have Pess back in the house. She had been back with me for about a week—I had taken a trip to pick her up the day after Derek left. I brought a hand to the back of her head and lightly scratched. Pess took this as an invitation to sit back down and continue to imprison me. I fell back onto to bed and looked at the ceiling. I lay there for a few moments before Pess deemed me boring and got up.
I got up and dressed, and the day continued normally. I was heading an investigation and preparing my case. The past week had been droll and uneventful. I won two cases and successfully pushed emotions out of my mind. I was a blank slate, one that could not be written on. Only necessary thoughts went through my mind: investigations and breathing.
The time ticked past slowly as I sat in my office. A mountain of paperwork had devoured my desk top. I had taken on as much work as possible, sitting quietly and moving my pen in short, accurate motions. Blank forms became full, as did my mind. Full of murder and evidence and lies. Full of testimony of other people's lives.
It was getting late, and I was finishing up my third cup of tea. The day was uneventful; people were beginning to get that idea I wanted to talk less than usual. I glanced at the clock—it was already seven pm. I had yet to eat dinner, and began sorting paperwork to be put away and turned in.
All my paperwork was properly sorted, and I took my leave. The evening air hit me like a wall; the Prosecutors' Office was kept at a warm, comfortable temperature, but the outside air quickly chilled my face and hands. I continued my trek towards the parking garage.
Upon reaching my car I took my keys and pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I opened the door and lit a cigarette. I took in the smoke and let it play with my senses. The thick taste coated my tongue and blurred my mind for a moment. I held the breath and let the smoke tickle my lungs for another second, then let go. The curling smoke drifted into the air and mixed with the already-present pollution. I got into my car and left, finishing the cigarette before reaching home.
I spent a few hours sorting through files for the next day's case, then retired for the night. Pess was at my heels, whining for me to play. But I was just so tired. So tired…