Blood on my hands

Not The End

I thought it was all over when my mom died but it continued people around me got hurt they sent me to a mental hospital where I attempted suicide but they found me in time to bring me back to life.

    ( Before the crisis)

"Back to working the night shift M's. Drake huh" Oh no Gerald I'm working on this suicide case it is in such detail I could feel the whole thing isn't that weird " Yes M's. Drake it is weird it is like your the murderer and your solving your own words".

I lean back in my chair thinking " This is going to be the best one yet solving my own murder scene ahhh ain't that funny why would I even say that.

Looking at the papers it seems that this crime was connected to this other crime where a boy got his whole body chopped up into pieces and put by his fireplace, ain't it funny how things are connected , I guess I'm connected to this case or I wouldn't be the one solving it.

All this paperwork of a crime scene what if I break it down into pieces just so I can understand it ok victim 42 male hit with a blunt object, no this can't be right because the reporters said nothing was there.

         
  Body's Painted With Scars

Knowing nothing of this case makes me sick on my stomach I knew my job is over with know I'm going to have no money,  no house unless another crime scene happens then probably I could get a better job.

Soon as 6:00 pm rolled around my Friend started calling me but I ignored later I drove by her house and waited at her front door then a mysterious car pulled up and I couldn't help but sneek around the corner the figure took her out and drug her out of the house all I could do was gasp and be quiet so I wouldn't be the next lifeless body.