A Detective's Story

Chapter Seven

You know when people make stupid decisions?

I know, I've seen many people make them.

But . . . everyone is human!

I wouldn't say that unless I made a shitty decision, and I just did.

Don't judge . . . who am I kidding. 

This is definetly a . . . judging situation.

I'll get to the point,

I am going to go visit Mr. Coffee in prison.

I know what you're thinking, 'Why the fuck would you do that you fucking dipshit?!"

Well hear me out.

It's .  . . highly probable that he is the one who was given my name.

And he said that he can get me out of here.

I know I shouldn't listen to him, but the offer is very . . . tempting.

I know I am supposed to be the smart, cunning, and for the most part logical girl I was talking about earlier,

but notice how I said 'for the most part'?

Exactly.

Today, I am wearing a black turtle neck long sleeve shirt. 

It's a little tight but the sleeves are still long and plus, 

shows off my waist. 

Probably my favorite 'section' of my body you could say.

It's the one thing that people actually compliment. 

'Omg your waist is so skinny!'

'I wish  my waist was like yours!'

Are compliments I get a lot.

And I really appreciate them, 

because I never got over the comments about my but being flat.

So at least something about me was pretty.

But never mind that, let's get back to the fit check!

I am wearing graphite grey colored sweatpants.

They are comfy and large like my other outfit.

I pick up my second favorite briefcase because it matches my outfit more.

I tie my hair into a low ponytail.

My glasses are a little fogged up, so I make sure to clean them.

Then, I proudly walk out.

I say proudly because the decision is very shitty, and I know it.

So I have to at least look proud.

Remember, confidence is key!

Anyways, I walk out to see it's raining.

It's fucking raining.

It's normal here in Onyxbury, but I still hate it,

and I always will.

I sigh and snag an umbrella I see leaning against  the brick wall.

Is it mine?

No.

Do I care?

You know the answer to that question.

I walk down to the subway station, the stairs are dirty, 

but what do I expect.

it's the subway after all.