Morgan's POV
Death. That was my choice. I chose to be surrounded by death, decay, mourning, darkness. Sometimes, I wondered if being a coroner was the right choice. Be a lawyer. Be a businessman. Go to Oxford. Go to Cambridge. Why do you want to touch dead people? Your clothes are stained! You're bringing home bad entities! You should quit now so your feelings don't get hurt. Horrible thoughts ran through my head as I slipped a tie around my neck. I was so passionate about being a coroner, but my grandparents did not approve at all. They tried to persuade my parents to force me out of the morgue, but luckily Mum and Dad weren't willing to let me give up on my dreams. I have my own life ahead of me.
"Are we allowed to come?" Mum suddenly asked as she patted down my navy blue suit. "Or is it a private invitational event?"
"Yeah," I looked down sadly. "You can come."
"Baby, what's wrong?" I felt two arms creep around my chest. "Is everything okay?"
"Is it true that Gran's wants to disown me?" A stray tear of loneliness ran down my face as I stared into the long and vertical mirror.
"W-wha-o-of course not..." her hands slipped down. "What makes you think that?"
"I heard you talking with Gran and Grandpa," I lost eye contact with Mum. "You're going to force me to leave Kyle, aren't you?"
"I-I just want you to have a good life," she stammered and gently traced her fingers over the navy blue fabric of my suit. "You know that Granny can be a bit pushy..."
"A bit pushy?" I flashed around with frustration. "She always nags me for my grades and my future job! I can't ever get a break from her and her lectures about being successful in life!"
"Morgan, she...she just doesn't like to talk about...gore."
"Then why the heck does she always bring it up?!" I yelled and angrily walked past my mum.
I sniffed aggressively and turned the corner of the wide staircase, feeling a hard thud before falling onto my bum. Ugh. I scowled at her. Gran demanded why I was yelling at Mum, saying that a troublesome boy like me should learn some discipline, or whatever shit like that. I felt myself get up and cloud out the shit she just said, storming outside where I spotted Kyle's car, with CSI Wood sitting beside him inside. A loud sigh let me as I briskly looked back to my home, seeing Mum sadly and sympathetically stare down at me as I turned around and resumed my action of walking to Kyle's car.
"Bad day?" Kyle cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Very," I grumpily murmured as I crouched into the front passenger seat.
"I-if you don't mind me asking," he started. Oh boy... "W-what happened?"
"Mum confessed that Gran wanted to disown me for being a coroner," I grumbled.
"Why's that?"
"Dad's a lawyer, Mum's a pharmacist, and their siblings are successful people as well," I eyed Kyle from the side of my view.
"Mmm, I see," he nodded with understandable eyes. "Have you tried negotiating with your grandmother?"
"Lots," I sighed. "Too many attempts to count."
"And your grandfather?"
"Grandpa..." I bit my lip. "He wants me to stop studying dead people and to actually be a surgeon. Brain surgeon."
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
Mystery / Thriller(READ "BLAME: BOOK 1" TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS SEQUEL.) It's been a year since the Nightmare Murders, and Woody is still bedridden, trapped within the grasp of a coma. Meanwhile, Dan's leg had healed, and he was getting his career back on track aft...
