College life, for me, was never about the parties and the alcohol and girls with the short skirts, showing their bright pink thongs just to tease me. No, ever since my father's suicide I have been getting nothing but sympathy, therapy and several foster homes since none of my relatives wanted me. And I could never call them family either. But college? College was much, much worse. I have had doctors attempt to use hypnotherapy to convince me that my father didn't die. They had put me in x-rays and surgeries to see if and how they could manipulate memories, and worse, they had very attractive doctors come, arrange dates, and even take me to their homes to make me "forget" about my father's death. It degraded me and the women. I, of course, ignored all of it and only focused on my classes. Being smarter than the average person, and being able to count past five without having to do push-ups, I graduated a year earlier than others and pursued my obsession of becoming a detective. It took me all around the country and I went through hell and back but I was soon hired as a detective for the NYPD. (New York Police Department) though little did I know that I never went through hell at all, and true hell is just waiting for me around the corner, waiting for to bump into it and let it consume me.
And my obsession quickly became two.
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Topsey Kretts: The Number 23
Mystery / Thriller(Based around the movie: the number 23, Jim Carrey) "My name? You can call me Fingerling, granted, it's not my real name, I got it from a childhood book: 'Fingerling at the Zoo,' but it's always fascinated me..." After detective Fingerling finds ou...
