RECONDITE

Detective

I have been a detective ever since I was little, it's just gotten more intense than it was before. Instead of finding a missing toy, I find dead people, It's a shame that some people have such a strong urge to kill someone, especially in this town. Things like this happen all the time, however, today was slightly different...

"Well well well, isn't it the craziest detective in town, welcome back Jerry." one of my co-workers shouts as I enter the crime scene. Ever since I suggested the government might be purposefully killing people for population control, everyone called me crazy, they had no reason to not trust the government so why would they listen to some detective.

"There is no reason to be here, Jerry. He died because he broke his leg." Another co-worker whispers to me. I begin to inspect the clues anyway. An empty pill bottle, no label so we are unable to find out what was in it until we bring things in for inspection. Victim has no marks on them, they have a broken leg but crutches, meaning their broken leg wasn't the problem unless they found their crutches on the street.

I decide not to tell them, they won't believe me ever since I shared my opinion, so why bother. I write what happened in my journal, if I ever die they will find out the truth. Hopefully they won't think I'm crazy when I'm six feet under.

The investigation ends and clues are taken in for inspection, I head home and as I enter my apartment, my leg begins to hurt. I'm fairly fit for my age, cramps don't regularly occur, I already got home and I didn't want to go to the hospital, so I just went to bed. I fell asleep faster than usual, my eyes seem to force close as I fall asleep.

I see something I've never seen before, something horrifying, it's a broken, run-down, and rugged bridge, I've never seen it before but it feels familiar, I'm not in my body, I'm in the victims body. My body pushes me to walk a path I feel I've walked before, my body forces me to whisper to myself, the whispers don't sound like me. What is going on? I fall to the ground and begin coughing uncontrollably, blood gushing from my nose and mouth, I cough until the blood clogs the inside of my throat, I lie in my pool of blood and close my eyes slowly.

I wake up in a cold sweat, coughing and gasping for air. I reach for a non-existent water bottle, after a moment, I get up and everything feels the same again, no sore leg, no sweat, no coughing, no gasping for air. It's like what just happened, never happened... I think I know why people call me crazy now, it's because I am.