There is no refuge from memories and remorse in this world.
The ghosts of our past follies persecute us with or without repentance.
POV Alyssa
Weeks went by and my sessions were finally over! I was so happy because, finally, I could spend more time with Sarah and Theodore. I didn't understand why a sprained ankle made that kind of therapy necessary, moreover some questions that the doctor asked me I didn't like at all.
I entered the doctor's parlor for the very last session. I put my jacket and bag on the hanger and then I sat down in the chair, trying to understand the reason for all those questions and what my private life had to do with a sprained ankle. Seeing that the doctor had not yet arrived, I looked around. I looked at the photos in the office and the many certificates hanging on the walls of the office, until I passed my gaze on the wooden desk. There were several documents and many lists of patients, but my attention was drawn to a list with many red marks. I picked it up, tried not to panic, and read it.
It had all the names of people I knew.. All the names had an X in red on them, and some, like Sarah and I, had question marks on them. I took some pictures and then I put the papers back in place and I sat down.
- Good morning Miss McGranth! How are you? - the doctor greeted me, sitting in the chair next to mine.
- Good morning to you Doctor! I'm fine, thank you! - I returned his greeting, trying to be as natural as possible, crossing my legs as I almost always did.
- So Alyssa, tell me a little! How is your ankle doing?! -
- It's going well!. With the care of my friends and my partner the ankle has healed completely! -
- Well, I'm glad! However you're sure everything is fine.. You look pale.. Do you want a glass of water?! - asked the doctor.
I looked at Charles Lock and, after he nodded, he brought me a glass of water.
- Excuse me doctor, but last night I didn't get much sleep.. The pallor is due to this! I wanted to ask you... would it be possible to move this sitting? -
That's not necessary! The sessions are over now. You can go home! I salute Mrs McGranth. Ah if you have trouble sleeping, and take two tablespoons of this, it is an anxiolytic... I greet you-
I took the package, the bag and the jacket, and then I left the studio. The packaging was free of both label and trademark, and contained items that gave off a particular smell. I shook my head and put it in my purse, then I walked over to Theodore's apartment. I decided not to tell Thedore anything about what I found out, because I didn't want him to worry, and because I wanted to solve the Serial Killer issue on my own. I took the keys out of the bag and opened the door, but I froze and noticed a bouquet of flowers in front of the entrance.
There was a note saying: "For the most beautiful girl of all! Even today you were beautiful, but that look is the same of those who ruined my life! Look at the envelope"
I shuddered, hoping that this was a nightmare, and then I opened the envelope. Inside were newspaper clippings. Newspapers talking about a woman! A woman who killed herself in front of her children. She had been arrested and convicted for something she had not done. In addition to newspaper clippings, there were also photos! The picture of the dead woman and that of a woman I knew well! The woman in the second photo was my mother!
I put the envelope in the bag and walked into the apartment. Thedore, Draco and Sarah, they were sitting at a table and watching TV. I tried to make as little noise as possible and went to the room! Here I took advantage of Theodore's absence to hide the envelope, and throw in the basket those black roses that gave me the chills. Rationally I hoped that the Moor never found them but, inside of me, I wished instead that he found them and helped me!
In our country the black roses represented DEATH!
POV Charles Rich
My revenge was very close! I had put my plan into action, going step by step. The first thing was to kill everyone close to my next victim. Alyssa never expected what I had in store for her.
I would have hit her when she was alone and her guard down! I would have killed her slowly, after killing everyone she loved. I would have killed her partner and her two friends! Since she left the sessions, I had decided to follow her! I was sorry because she was a beautiful girl, but my revenge could not wait! Of course, before I killed her, nothing kept me from torturing her or doing anything else.
I left my apartment and, after passing by a florist, I sent her a bouquet of black roses with the envelope containing newspaper clippings and photos. When I got to the building where he lived, I rang every doorbell, pretending to be a mailman, and let me open it, I left it at his door.
How stupid she was! How can a prey put his name on a doorbell! I smiled badly and walked towards the exit door, then hid behind a wall.
I stood there, waiting.