"Jocelyn" I breath out. How can this be. How did she get up there. And then I notice. The blood on her dress. The wide eyed look of terror on her face. The blood trickling from her mouth. She looks as if she was stopped mid scream.
Her body was help to the ceiling by some invisible force. The feeling of a scream starts to build and tears form in my eyes as I drop to my knees. I then notice her dress. It's the dress that I bought her a few months before. It was long and flowy but fitted to her thin waist. It was a soft yellow just like her hair. I think back to the moment i gave it to her. The celebration. Her smile. I try so hard to force myself back in time to that perfect moment. But I cant... And now she's dead.
Gone. Slipped through my fingers. And it's all my fault.
I should have watched the video this morning. I could have prevented this happening. I'd do anything to trade places with her.
The tears fall from my face as I stand up and walk slowly to my car and pull out my cell phone.
"Hello 911," I say with a soft trembling voice "I need the police. Something happened to my wife."
Not too long after that, a car pulls into my driveway and two police officers come out to greet me.
"Mr Waters. What seems to be the problem?" the female officer looks at me amused. I notice that her name tag says Diana. And the male officer is Gordon. They seems oddly familiar to me.
"Follow me" I manage. And with that I turn around and walk back into my house, taking the familiar path up to John's room.
The door is closed when we arrive. Odd. I don't remember closing it. With a shaky hand I reach out and open the door and the two officers walk in. Gordon turns around to face me and raises his eyebrow questioningly. All I can do, is point up.
Their heads turn slowly and Gordon's face goes pale and Diana's goes rock hard. She whips around and says sternly
"Mr. Waters, you're under arrest for the murder of your wife."
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