Three Days, Two Dead, One Missing

Ah Damn it.

        I woke up in a total daze, my head pounded and my eyes were pressed shut because of the sun filtering through the window. My back ached and felt like I had been 5 starred by a sumo wrestler. I groped around the sheets for my phone and turned it on.

8:30 am, Wednesday July 5th.

        "Shit, im late."

        I sprang out of bed and immediatly regretted it,My vision cut out and my headache begane throbbing again. I hobbled over to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. A 10 second advice speech was needed due to my clearly hungover state.

        "Amelia, that is that last time you drink until 2 am on Tuesday."

        Okay, advice done. I attempted to brush my hair but my hair did not want to conform to my standards of neatness, so I gave up and just put it in a bun. I looked at myself in the mirror again, a little more clean, but looking more like an 8 year old because of the neon green scrunchie in my hair.

A hungover 8 year old who needs to go to work.

A hungover 8 year old who apparently got a tattoo last night, on their back.

        "Ah, damn it! Choices Amelia, make good ones!"

        I inspected the black marks that started on my shoulder blade. Shit, I think it covers my entire back.

Are

You

Kidding

Me

        I grabbed some clothes, not bothering to change bras, because who has time for that when you're 20 minutes late for work. The automattic coffee machine had my coffee ready but it was luke warm now. I nuked it and grabbed a slice of cold pizza from the fridge. My cat Lucifer was watching me rush around in a rather strange matter from his perch on the tv set, he meowed with annoyance at me.

        "Piss off satan, Ill be back for lunch, Ill feed you then."

        I scratched behind his ears and he jumped down and back onto the kitchen counter. I grabbed my keys and bolted out of the door. And of course I forgot where drunk me parked the car. Hopefully not wrapped around a light pole. I ran around the parking lot with a halfeaten pizza slice hanging out of my mouth and putting my button up over my undershirt.

        But because im a total dumbass, I ran past my car 2 times. 3rd time around I recognized the little silver nissan and jumped in the driver's seat. I drove while removing some of my smudged eyeliner, and reapplying some mascara.

        I am so screwed, It is my 2nd year working here and I havent been late once. And if my boss finds out I was drinking late last night, and THAT'S why I'm late. He'll have my ass. But it was 4th of july, he's very "VIVA AMERICA" so maybe he'll go easy on me.

        My phone started buzzing in my pocket, the happy weird chime noise says its Jamie. I fumble around my lap and try to find it without taking my eyes off the road. It's in my left pocket, I pull it out and answer it.

        "Ey Jamie,"Just then this jackass cuts me off at a light. "Jackass! Get in your lane!"

        "D.C traffic I presume, since you are totally not late today."

        Har har har, sarcasm is amazing ain't it.

        "No I'm battling dragons and some guy just blocked me from killing one."

        You can only battle sarcasm with sarcasm.

        "Ok, well there's a new case today, I asked Bruckman to put you in charge of the crime scene, since you like all those nasty guts and blood stuff."

        I can tell she shuddered. Jamie hates blood and guts, and that's why she's the forensic artist, and I'm just kinda getting tossed around, I'm thinking of being more of the pathologist or something. I'm only 27, I have time to think about my life career.

        "Okay, thanks, I'll be there in like 10 minutes," And another jackass steps into my territory. I honk like 8 times at him, he just gives me the finger. "Well screw you too!"

        "What??" She thinks I meant her, dammit it's not you.

        "Dammit, not you, jackass and his friend are teaming up on me. I gotta go."

        "Bye."

        She hangs up first, leaving me alone to deal with D.C rush hour traffic. My feet are oddly cold today. Wait, shit. Really, just great Amelia,

You

Forgot

Your

Shoes!

        "Ah, damn it." Today is gonna be a long day...