I tried living a normal life.
I got a job,
found a loving fiance who wants children,
made friends, etc.
I have a home, a bike that I love, nice clothes
I'm never hungry
I could even afford my own health insurance
What more could I ask for?
I contemplated to myself as I was looking down at a bloodied corpse of a father of three.
Things escalated quite fast, didn't it, dear readers?
Yes, I'm breaking the so called fourth wall by talking to you. I know there's someone reading this, or I'm just going crazy thinking my life is just a story written by someone who wishes she had made the decisions I'm making for her.
Enough of that, I need to clean up this mess before someone comes.
Did I kill the poor man? If so, why?
Yes and No reason.
I just felt like killing a fictional side character that exists only to begin the opening act.
If I didn't kill him, there won't be a story to tell, now, will there?
Do I feel bad about it? I'm just a human being in a story, what do you think?
I'm just doing whatever is written.
What if I wasn't the one who kill him? Maybe these words were written to make you think I did it?
Confused? LIfe is confusing, get over it.
Jo...Jo...JO!
Jo! What the fuck are you doing just standing there?
I felt my shoulders being shoved by a huge hand.
As I came to my senses, people in police garments started fade into existence.
Evin was taking pictures of evidence,
Lourie was checking the dead man on the floor.
A few rookie cops were checking the other rooms for evidence, etc.
Chief Hawks was staring me down with his piercing eyes behind me.
I just didn't want to turn around, not yet
Chief, just let Jo do her thing. Kane, my partner. I could always count on him.
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I tried living but I can't stop thinking about death
Mystery / ThrillerI tried living the life society expected of me Earning money helping people having friends marriage having children I did it I have a job A loving fiance who wants to have kids A home Insurance But why do I feel so empty I thought I would feel who...