Code Name : Catherine

Chapter 3

        I had been brutally questionned and battered at the police station. Not only was I emotionally vulnerable but I was loopy because of the pain medication I had received. My left wrist was just sprained, nothing serious but the cut on my arm was deep and it narrowly missed some muscle nerves.

        The police had wanted to know everything. Why I was there? Do I know who did this? Was I an accomplice? so on and so forth. I couldn't answer any of those questions because I was afraid. Everytime I though about the man in the balaclava, fear would shoot through my brain and it would feel like my whole body would seize up. I was so scared. This is why I had wanted to get out, to get away from situations like these.

        They released me and warned me not to leave the city.

        I drove home as fast as I could, not caring about any speeding limits. I swerved past cars and overtook many others. I was still sobbing and the image I had seen of Michael was still clear in my head and it felt like I was reliving it, even though my eyes were slightly clouded from tears. The image would forever be etched into my brain.

         When I got home, I slammed the door shut behind and locked it. I triple checked that it was locked shut and then just stood there in my living room, paralyzed in a standing position and leaning on the door. Words could not describe the fear and pain I was harbouring.

        "Cat, is that you?" My eyes snapped towards the kitchen and my body tensed up from fear.

       "Who's there?" My voice was shaky and I was trembling with fear. Had someone followed me home?

        "It's me Paige," she said as she stepped out of the kitchen. She noticed the tears on my face and she brought her eyebrows together in confusion, "Over-react much?"

        I really wasn't in the mood for her sarcasm. I broke down crying in front of her and slid down the door until I touched the ground. I buried my face in my knees in an attempt to hide my face and I tried to hug my knees but couldn't because of the dull, aching pain because of both my arm and wrist. Paige rushed to my side and hugged me even though she didn't know what was going on.

        "Cat, what's wrong?" she asked, holding me in her warm and comforting embrace.

        We both stayed silent for a while and the only thing you could hear were my sobs and hiccups. When I finally decided to speak, I chose my words carefully because I was heeding the thug's warnings. "It was horrible Pay!" I continued to sob in her embrace.

        "What was horrible Cat?" she asked while patting my back, "Please tell me, I'm worried about you!"

        "It didn't even look like him." I said while sobbing while remembering the grusome image of Michael. I could feel a headache coming on, "It will never be the same again."

        Paige didn't ask any questions and I was glad she didn't. I guess she probably thought that I'd tell her when I calmed down or when I was ready. Either way I was thankful for it.

       After a solid two hours of crying and sobbing I had an extreme headache. I took pain killers and sleeping pills and went to bed. I was hoping that the pain would be over when I woke up in the morning. A part of me was still in denial and was saying that I would probably wake up in the morning and Michael would send me a text telling me that the whole thing was an entire joke.

        It was hard to close my eyes as every time I did, I saw images of the scene. How was I going to carry on with life when I had the burden on my shoulders? I eventually dosed off to sleep when the sleeping pills kicked in.