Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

A Happy Daffodil

Air sucked out of lungs, turning my chest hollow.

I blinked at the message, my fingers pressing the screen hard, making it discolored.

I inhaled and exhaled, grasping for air as i stuffed the phone back inside my pocket.

My eyes drew up the sky, all dark and soggy with nothingness --- clouds hiding the shimmer of moon and every little blinking star basking hope.

Much like my life right now.

I slapped my cheeks, waking myself up.

You can do this, Callie! You have to catch the killer! You have done this before...you can do it now. You will. You definitely will and everyone will survive. Everything will be fine.

I walked down the road, looking for a taxi.

A cab stopped by, the driver staring at my teared up face.

I hopped in, trying my best not to appear like a runaway bride.

"Everything okay ma'am? Did you run away from your marriage or something?"

I rolled my eyes, my heart racing at his words.

If only I had a boyfriend in the first place.

"Uh...no...and thank you for your concern...can you drop me of at Ireland's police headquarters?"

His eyebrows furrowed at my location reveal, as if I said something strange.

"Police headquarters?"

He asked, adjusting the front mirror.

"Yes...is there anything wrong?"

He cleared his throat, attempting to hide a reaction.

"Oh, nothing is wrong. Just that they don't let anyone in like that. It's off limits."

I nodded.

"Take me there anyways."

Rest of the ride went silent. The driver kept glancing at me from time to time, don't ask me why.

Soon enough, we reached what should be the outside of Ireland's police headquarters--- the heart of Ireland's well being and safety.

I paid the driver, hopping out of the cab without a single word being exchanged.

But stepping outside wasn't anything normal. As I glanced around, i realised I was inside a park consisting of long and a few restricted roads a chalk label as "stop here."

The cold night air smelled of freedom, whisking all my worries away.

I faced what should be the headquarters---- another name for a giant, open space occupied with cream buildings to the far sides, but what stood in the middle made me blink my eyes, not once but twice and thrice.

What stood in the heart were a long array of off brown Victorian style buildings, depicting the Gothic revival. Even from far off, the grilled white windows and bricks used felt old school. An old fashioned clock fitted in the top bottom, giving it an exhibition vibe.

I walked closer, soaking in the view. It looked nothing short of a tourist location--- line of cars parked outside surrounded the long fenced boundary both sides. What caught my attention was a marble sign built outside with an Ireland police force symbol, below written off as Ceanncheathrú An Garda Siochána, GARDA HEADQUARTERS.

Goosebumps ran down my body. I was here. This was it.

I walked towards the open gate, silence engulfing my body. Why was everything so silent? Why were the gates open?