It took about a whole day and the next for the gang and I to travel to Wichita, Kansas. We were told to travel by car because the airlines were down, must be another terrorist attack. Since 9/11 people are always going to be afraid to fly. In the morning in the RV, we watched The Wizard of Oz then soon start singing off tune songs from the movie. Afternoon we stopped to eat and fill up the tank. By the time we finally reached Kansas it was night and all of us were so tired that once we got into a hotel we didn't bother to change out of our clothes.
I was the first to rise before anyone else. I hurriedly got dressed into my clothes. I put on a pink wig with big sun glasses to hide myself. Even when I'm back home, I feel I need to hide. It was autumn time, the air was fresh. By the time the breeze hit my face I made a sigh like a long lost lover. Of all the places, I was glad to be back. 'There's no place like Home,' was Dorothy's saying.
The filming was tomorrow so I wanted to go down memory lane and visit Natalya. First I went to the Wind Courts apartment were I grew up. The place needed a fix but, still a good place to live. I went to apartment 624 were I was raised until my parents divorced. I didn't bother to knock on the door, it wasn't worth the trouble. Next I went to West Town mall where I went to my favorite places: Spencer's Gift Shop, Hot Topic, and Third Planet. Just like the apartment, nothing had changed. Lastly, I went to Resthaven Cemetery were my mom was buried.
I killed my mother out of mercy, she was deteriorating before my eyes both mind and body. Her mind was the one to go first, she started saying things like 'there's a ghost in the house' or 'quiet, he's here' when no one was around. Mom had three breakdowns, all of them because of religion. She said she saw us going to hell, saw me being hanged by a chain. That didn't faze me, a part of me was already in hell anyway. Soon the hallucinations got worse to the point were she was to be examined. They discovered she had a tumor in her brain. A week later she died in her sleep….by my hand.
"Hi, Mom," I said casually as if she was still alive. I put fresh lilies next to her tomb stone. A tear fell from my eye, it was rare of me to cry. My father taught me that crying was for the weak, that's why my mother couldn't handle it. "Mom, I did it for your own good," I chocked. "You were already gone and I didn't want you to suffer, suffering's for the people who deserve it and you didn't deserve that." After I had my moment of pain, I went back to the car and went to visit Natalya.
It had been a long time since I've seen my sister. She worked as a detective for the police. She was also involved in solving the murders I made. I know what you're thinking, why would I want to visit the very person that wanted to catch me? That's the thing, I wanted to see if she really could catch me. I would send clues to her, even offer up my 'trophies' on her door step. It was more out of fun, really. Although Natalya was close to finding me, Isaac found me first.
Natalya lived in one of the nicer looking apartment on the East Side of town. The East Side was the place were you can find luxury and thriving businesses but, it was also a place were you could find crime. Every year on the East Side, the crime rate got worse, especially when you live on the poor side of East which my sister had to deal with every day. Today I'm hoping she's home.
I drive to one of the finer apartments where my sister lives. I take my present to her out of my seat and locked all the doors. The East Side was infamous for auto theft. I was informed by the land lord that she lived on the upper floor in room 338. I took the stairs with a little skip to my step. I knock on the door of room 338. For a moment I thought she was out until I heard, "Coming." Several clicks of the locks were made as she unlocked the door. This was the kind of neighborhood to triple blot the door. Once the door was finally unlocked, I smiled at my sister's fine face.