Bradleys Mansion

Dr. Mike Powell

I stopped walking when I came to the fence of the coroner's office. Taking a deep breathe I walked through the front doors and past the wailing people and the receptionist who was too busy flirting into the phone. I tightened my grip on my bag as I walked into the 'freezer', walking past two full gurney's and straight into Dr. Powell's office. He was asleep on top of a few hundred papers spread across his desk. I dropped my bag onto the tiled floor letting make a rattle and sat lazily into one the uncomfortable chairs opposite of Dr. Powell.

"Huh, what?" His head shot up, he relaxed as his gaze landed on me."W-what are you doing here, Tim?" he said in a husky voice rubbing his blue eyes with the palm of his hands. I held my stare, until he broke the strong silence."She didn't come through here." I moved into a more comfortable spot in my chair.

"Are you sure?,"I raised an eyebrow."She was at her best the last time I saw her."

"Well maybe it was just her time to g-" I held up a hand to silence him from rambling. I moved that same hand to rub my chin as if I were thinking."Look, Tim, I know that you've had it rough the past year but," I laughed cutting him off. I looked at him to see the confusion in his eyes.

"Rough is underestimating it." I gave a weak smile as my mind roamed over all the recent memories. The abuse, the arguments, the hatred. At this point in time I hated my life and wouldn't mind if I ended up becoming one of Dr. Powell's patients.

"Whatcha thinking about."Powell leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk. I took my gaze away from the brown floor and breathed a laugh to see how interested he seemed.

"Nothing you can help with," I replied, mocking his possession. Giving him my devilish smirk. He breathed out a heavy breath and leaned back in his chair.

"Why," he stood up picking up a clipboard with a stack of papers on it."Why do you do this to yourself? There are people who care about you, Timberlake." he said flipping through the papers.

"Well if there ever were," I stood following him into the 'freezer,"My last hope is gone," I jumped up onto an empty gurney and lay across it, putting a hand over my heart and the other palm up on my forehead,"For she has left me in this wicked world,"I said in a mock british accent,"lost and alone, for someone to come pecker." I rolled over and smiled to myself. Mostly because I was impressed by how well my fake accent was.

"Pecker?" Dr. Powell said lifting the tarp off of the first victim being careful that I wouldn't see."Do you even know what that means?" he threw down the tarp over the victim's face and scribbled something down on his many papers.

"Do I have to," I said struggling to find a comfortable spot on the metal bed."It sounded good enough."

"Well, you may want to check your dictionary, because that is nowhere near the word you're looking for." He said laughing to himself. I gave him a quizzical glare into his back as he checked the second victim. After a minute of Dr. Powell double checking his analysis, I sat up on the gurney.

"What time is it?"I huffed as I jumped off.

"About two," He replied looking down at his watch."Why?" he turned to see that I was already walking back into his office."Wait," he followed me, closing the door behind him."Where are you going? This isn't like your usual vis-" I turned around and kissed him, shutting him up for a few seconds. I pulled off and walked through the door,"Wait!" he called behind me.

"Bye Mike." I yelled walking through the freezer, waving my hand in the air. I walked back through the waiting room, seeing the majority of the people multiplied as more family members arrived to bicker their farewells and the receptionist was now overwhelmed with constant questions from an angry mob.

I left the chaotic coroner's office and headed back over to the bus stop. As I turned the corner I saw flashing lights then a couple cop cars. I didn't pay them much attention until I noticed where it was they were parked. Across the street from the bus stop at my Aunt and her boyfriends complex stood three police officers speaking to the boyfriend. I stopped in my tracks, never in the time I've spent there have they ever called the cops, I mean they did threaten me but I never listened. As I slowly began to walk towards the bus stop I saw the boyfriend hand over a piece of paper. I stopped and my jaw dropped. He had just handed a photo of me to the cops.

Now I'm wanted? What the hell? I can't believe he would do that, then again they never liked me from the start.

I turned around and started walking quickly back towards the coroner's office