Recalled

Part Of The Job

She gasped a huge breath of air, panting and afraid. What had happened? Where was she? What happened that entire day? Where was her husband? Why wasn't she at home?!

...And why was she so....cramped?

She tried to move her arms, but the action failed her. She couldn't even lift a finger! She could move her toes though. How odd. Why couldn't she fully move her body? Then she began to hear a voice from the distance in the dark, sounded like several feet away. She began to gather hope that maybe she'd be able to find out what's going on, and not be alone! Yes!

"HELP!!! Please help me! I can't see anything!! Where am I?! HELP!!!"

The voice paused, and she felt her heart nearly skip several beats.

"Hello? Can you hear me?! I can't see you! Can you see me?!" she yelled.

The person began to speak again.

"Hey...Yes, sorry dear. I've got a last minute one to tend to."

...Pause...

"Well, I'm sorry baby. It's part of my job, you knew what kind of hours I would be working once I applied for this job..."

....Pause...

"Actually..."

There was a loud sound, she immediately identified it as the opening and closing of a door.

"Hey Charlie, are you ready to get back to work? I don't know about you but I am tired as hell! Let's get these over with so we can head home. Oh! Sorry to interrupt you."

"Oh hey baby I've got to go." Charlie responded to his significant other. "Love you too, bye."

"Oh now isn't that cute!" the other man mocked.

"Shove it Jason." Charlie laughed.

There was more sounds of movement, and then a flickering sound of papers.

"SOOO, what do we have here today?!" Jason inquired to Charlie.

"HELP ME!! CAN'T YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING?!?!"

Another sound.

"Dear God! What happened to him?! It is a him right?! I can barely tell from the-" Jason said in an astonished, somewhat-revolted tone of voice.

"Well, let's see..." Charlie responded.

There was another sound, sounded like someone was opening up a backpack.

...."Yup! Definitely male." Charlie chuckled.

"STILL! What the hell happened to his damn face?! And...well, EVERYTHING with him?!" Jason sounded so repulsed and horrified at the same time, that it made her afraid to hear anything else about this, "male."

"Well, he's John for the time being."

"Hmm, why am I not surprised?" Jason snorted sarcastically.

"So, let's see what we can get shall we?"

"Sounds good to me, the sooner we have him finished, the better off my lunch will be in my stomach!"

"Okay...Let's see...Well, he's obviously married."

"Poor John." She thought, she couldn't imagine if anything ever happened to her husband.

"So where did they find him at?" asked Jason.

"From some lake near these country parts, supposedly he and from the looks of it...His wife/friend/or significant other were just taking a simple stroll and were getting ready to leave when...This happened."

The woman began to whimper.

"Where is she at then?"

"That's our next subject over there, after Mr. John is done being looked at."

"Do we have any identification on her?"

...."It can't possibly be!" She thought horrified.

"....Yes, we do! Looks like we have us an Anita Wellston?"

"...Whoa, ANITA Wellston? No way!"

"You know her?"

"She has sold millions of books on how to become rich. Very well-known accountant in successful companies. Of course I don't know her personally! Do you think I'd be working in this dump if so?!" Jason and Charlie both laughed.

....Anita was silently screaming madly in the drawer of the morgue...