My Short Stories

Story One - Unidentified

It was another day, going through folders and folders of unidentified victims. All of them had suffered through murder, but none given a chance to be remembered again. For some cases no bystanders could figure out who the sketches and art pieces were supposed to look like while others on a more tragic note, were never bothered to be dealt with. They were ignored.

Whenever I looked at their faces a looming sense of sadness and loneliness overcame me, watching the emotions flood behind their eyes. It seemed as if when I looked into their eyes they were still there, waiting for them to pass on once they were remembered, but deep down knowing that would never truly come to be. They would be walking the planes between life and death for eternity, it sounded so awful and made me paranoid for my own death. Would I be given the same fate as them?Hopefully not.

I picked up a file, my eyes crossing over the picture attached and not bothering to read the actual file. A small girl, maybe six was drawn. Her eyes looked so lifeless in the art piece. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were a vibrant green. It made me tear up a bit, knowing someone murdered an unknown child, probably knowing that she wasn't going to be missed.

My tears began to flood once I focused more on it. Who could just forget about a child? Did she have nowhere to go? Did nobody care about her? It was saddening working this job, but I didn't have the money to be able to quit or the heart. I felt like I could remember these victims and their papers in some sort of way. I could create lives for them in my head, give them a new story. I've seen their pictures and I remember every single one. The blonde haired woman given the name Abby, the black haired man named Jack, and now the abandoned child named Era.

I dried my tears and put the folders of forgotten souls away. It was late and everyone had gone home for the day so I would as well. I grabbed my things, locked up, and got into my car. My hands tightened around the steering wheel once I left the building, avoiding the path towards my house. I had... 'other things' I needed to take care of first. I drove for a while until I found a clearing a while east of my home and made sure nobody was following behind me.

I made my way down the rocky road that was hidden by drooping trees. The leaves and branches brushed past my car, the sound of gravel now hitting my ears. It felt nice after a long days work, but I still had just a bit more just ahead. I finally arrived at my destination after a few more miles, sighing as I turned the car off and grabbed a flashlight.

I ran down to the edge of the forest, stopping once my feet met the wet ground of the bog. The stench of my actions caused me to gag, but I lived through it. It wasn't something I hadn't done before. I buried the body below me just a little, only enough to be overlooked if you weren't really paying attention to your surroundings. I sighed as I planted the victim's ID next to the part of the body that I allowed to be surfaced.

I could never leave one of my victims to be forgotten.