Criminal Detective

Let's Get You A Job

The bright light of the sun illuminated through the windows and shun on Claire's face. She groaned and turned away from the light, placing her covers over her head with a sigh.

It was morning.

Claire took the covers off her body and sat up on her bed. Her eyes danced around the room sleepily, before they landed on her laptop and her phone which she had plugged in after she cleaned her apartment.

She groaned at the distance they lay and stretched her hand while she prayed by some miracle, the laptop would lunge towards her and into her palm. But, she knew in a million years, that was never bound to happen.

She began to roll around the bed while she threw a silent tantrum. She was caught between sacrificing her comfort and getting up to do what was necessary.

She was no longer in prison, so, there was no longer an allocated time for her to do anything. She could choose to do what she wanted, whenever and however. But despite that, Claire knew she had a lot of responsibilities she now had to tend to by necessity.

Her half empty kitchen was enough proof of that.

After over twenty minutes of internal strife, Claire managed to stand on her feet. Then like a zombie slowly approaching its victim, she trudged to her laptop, picked it up, then tossed it onto her bed lazily, not even bothered by how it recoiled and almost crashed down to the ground.

As Claire began to head back to the bed, she pushed herself away from it and turned to the bathroom. A part of her was completely aware that if she fell back down on the bed, it would take a lot out of her to get off it.

She got into her bathroom, placed some toothpaste on her brush, then gently scrubbed the inside of her mouth. She paused mid-scrubbing and squeezed her face in irritation by the awful sensation the toothpaste formed in her mouth. Claire picked up the tube and studied it until they landed on something.

The expiration date.

The toothpaste was long overdue.

She hissed, tossed it down into her trash bin, spat rigorously until she couldn't feel a single residue of toothpaste in her mouth, rinsed her mouth, cleaned her face, then got out of the bathroom.

Claire continued to gag and spit as she walked to her laptop, once she picked it, she stepped out of her room and headed for the living room. She placed her laptop down on her sofa before she sat down, her head propped upwards to the ceiling and her hands folded together. As her eyes studied the tracings of designs scattered on her roof, Claire's mind wandered as to what she would have for breakfast.

She didn't need to confirm to know that she didn't have enough to buy her a decent meal, or even a not so decent meal. And, most of the items that housed in her drawer were long overdue.

Her eyes flickered in recollection as she remembered that the coffee mix she found while she cleaned her apartment was surprisingly still edible. With no hesitation. She stood to her feet and headed into the kitchen and made herself a hot steaming cup of joe. Sure, it wasn't exactly going to be quality coffee (Seeing as she didn't really have all the necessary ingredients for that) but, it'd keep her eyes open and her stomach busy, and that's what she needed at that moment.

She sipped from her cup lazily then placed her laptop on her lap with a sigh before she flipped it open. The laptop illuminated it's logo brightly on her as she clicked the power button. The loading screen appeared and then shortly after, a password icon which made her arch an eyebrow.

She did not remember putting a password on her laptop.

She focused hard on the screen as she tried to recall all her possible passwords. She typed in her first cat's name but it was wrong. Her last name, first name, favorite food, favorite movie, and everything else she thought would be a possible fit.