TREPANATION | A Tale Of Insanity [On Hold]

NINE.

                                      CHAPTER NINE: 

                                             ~~A/N~~
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                                   ***Sadie’s P.O.V***

             The rays from the early morning sun forced its way through the small opening of the curtains, creating a shade of gold on my bed. I sat up lost in my thoughts; thinking about all the shits I have been through lately.

             I watched my husband get devoid by an uncanny beast, watched as it gutted him and ate his parts. I am lucky to be alive; I then placed my hand on my neck feeling the arty craft of the necklace I wore. This little piece of art has gotten me through hard and tough times; moving from one foster home to another being an orphan.


             I never knew my parents, I was told that someone left me out by the entrance to an orphanage home with nothing but a note and this necklace I was wearing.

             I met James on my fourth transfer to a new orphanage home and I was fifteen at the time; he was seventeen. He was later adopted; the lady said she needed a grown child already in his late teens and James was a perfect match. We had six months before he was taken away.

             The lady who adopted him was ill and needed someone to care for her during her last days and she wanted a child to will all her property to because she was alone and had no close relatives because she was tagged a witch for not being able to keep a man and not have kids.

             Soon after I turned eighteen I left the orphanage home, James and i got married four years after. We were happy and didn’t want to rush having kids. We planned to until this tragic event happened and now the detectives tell me there’s no sign of his body or the incident ever happening.

             They think I am crazy but I know what I saw and what happened, I am tormented every night; reliving that incident. I can’t close my eyes without seeing the beast in front of me and I am starting to see things that are not even there.

             I attacked a lady the other night, can’t tell what real and what’s not any more.

‘’hello there’’ I heard a voice call from the entrance.

‘’I am Sister Martha’’ she said as I turned in her direction. She was dressed like a nun.

What does a nun want with me?

‘’can I help you?’’ I asked,

‘’no, but I sure can help you’’

‘’help me, what do you mean by help me?’’ I asked with curiosity,

‘’we got a call from the hospital and we are here to take you to a better place where we can help you be productive once again’’ she said as two men dressed in all white came in.

I knew what was about to happen; they are going to lock me away in a mental asylum. 

‘’no please, please don’t take me away. I am not crazy’’ I pleaded,

‘’I am not crazy’’ I repeated and insisted with tears pouring out my eyes but they just ignored my pleading and grabbed me.

‘’relax we are going to help you’’ the nun; Sister Martha, said as I struggled with the two men to let me go.                             

                                   ~~Quick question~~

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                                   ***Hubert’s P.O.V***

             I stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet; trailing water on the ground as I approached the bed. I toweled myself dry and applied some body cream, put on my underpants and was about reaching for my trousers when Julius walked in.

‘’good morning’’ he said taking a dive on the bed.

‘’good morning’’ I replied. 

‘’I made you breakfast, you leave for work without eating most times and it’s not healthy’’

             I placed my trouser back on the bed and leaned over him reaching for a kiss, ‘’that’s why I love you’’ I said right before our lips touched. I applied more force whilst I climbed the bed and was now on top of him, kissing and caressing my love.

            It wasn’t long before he pushed me away,

‘’dress up and go eat, you’re going to be late’’

‘’am an hour and thirty minutes early and besides am not going straight to the office’’

‘’so?’’

“so a lot can happen in thirty minutes’’ I said trying to kiss him but he pushed me away and rolled over.

‘’come on, we haven’t had sex in like a month’’ I grumbled,

‘’why are you starving me?’’ I asked,

‘’you know what I want’’ he said turning around with a smirk on his face,

‘’Julius we have a good life here as well as good jobs. You don’t expect me to just pick up and move’’

‘’oh there you go again, aren’t you tired of the shit happening here?’’ he asked angrily,

             He became more paranoid when the killing started; the three unsolved murder cases I have no lead on. He’s a reporter and has to write articles about the murders. He lost three of his friends last year; they were attacked and beaten to death for being queer.

             Writing an article on his friends death and seeing how happy and pleased most people where about the queers being eradicated made him feel threatened and unsafe which is logical; I mean who wouldn’t be.

             It’s hard being queer in such a cruel society. I was disowned by my parents when I came out and very few friends here know what sort of relationship I have with Julius; the rest of my co-staff know us as siblings.

            Julius lost his parents when he was six and both his elder sisters support and love him. They were very understanding when he came out to them and did all they could to make sure he had it easy.

‘’you have three unsolved murder cases, all committed by one person or group of people maybe. It’s no coincidence that all three men happen to be homosexuals’’ he belted out as he stood up in anger,

‘’I don’t feel safe’’ he said almost in tears.

‘’no where’s safe’’ I said walking over to him,

‘’San Francisco is, my sisters are there and they say its queer friendly’’

‘’I can’t leave now, I have to get the person committing this murders’’

‘’oh please you’re not the only detective around and your boss happens to be a raging homophobe. You said it yourself that he personally doesn’t want you pursuing this case because he thinks its bead justice because the men where strangled to death with some beaded rope’’

‘’ok fine, I promise if by the end of the month I don’t have any solid leads I would drop this case and we can then move to San Francisco’’ I said trying to reason with him but he walked out grumbling.

             It’s not so easy to turn a blind eye once am involved, it’s my job after all. I have to catch the bad guy. 

‘’you food is getting cold’’ he said before he closed the door.

             I was unable to eat because before I finished dressing up Derek showed up; my partner. We stopped by the house of the latest victim, we met his partner who was devastated and in mourning. We talked a while about his late boyfriend; his movements, if he had any known enemy or was into anything shady, just random questions that could help with the case.

             It was terrifying to see him in that state of grief, it made me wonder what would happen if Julius loosed me or I loosed him. The world would have no meaning without Julius.  

                                               ~~A/N~~
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