Poetry & Short Stories

🌑🌫~A short story~🌫🌑

Preface: This is just a preview of a longer story I'm working on; if would like more, please let me know and I may publish the first 10 chapters that have already been completed. Please excuse any mistakes, this hasn't been truly refined. Hope ya' don't mind...

{Warning: Graphic descriptions are used, includes gory imagery of death.}

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She laid next to him, unable to fall asleep. She waited until he drifted into a deep sleep before thinking about what had occurred earlier that day. Almost as if he could read her mind; A frightening prospect.
Oh how it had been bliss. Such a contrast to Dave. Oh how she loved older men. How she couldn't help it. She got into the business early, only twenty seven and already a leading force for her small town's homicide department.

She grew up in the suburbs of Academia Boulevard, a bustling childhood, filled with intrigued. She grew up without a father, and a mother who was too busy snorting coke to ever pay attention to her . Thin white lines haunted her mother until it consumed her completely when she turned fifteen. Dying of an overdose; their relationship was already strained and she didn't seem to mind all too much, she was independent for most of her life anyway.
At eleven, she got her first job babysitting, and went from one minimum wage paying job to the next until she was finally able to scrounge up enough money for a decent living. She moved into her first apartment with her twenty one year old boyfriend when she was only sixteen.
Those years were rough. All he ever did was drink and get high on weed and whatever else he could find. She often would be cleaning up empty Chinese food cartons and crumbled up wads of paper before shifts. She worked two jobs, one at a dry cleaning place down the street. And the other working as a waitress at a local dive bar. Nothing spectacular.
She was 'in love' and could never work up the courage to dump the loser until finally she had no other choice. He of course, threw her out. Where she had to live out on the streets of California. She often was being chased by crazed men, or was being offered heroine in questionable looking vials.
She luckily was able to make it threw by hitchhiking and going to countless soup kitchens.
Oddly enough- that's when she met Dave, a gleaming Prince Charming. With him by her side, she straightened up, got a job, finished school, and got into a police academy. She recalls the night he proposed to her, so sweet. A midnight dinner at a fabulous restaurant. A stunning diamond ring and few sweet words exchanged, and boom! They were living at a house together and both doing sufficiently well.

How she often wondered, especially as of late, if she had made the right decision. He had saved her, but now she felt that he was strangling her. She needed a man, not a boy. The only man she wanted was Agent Carterton. Rabid lust and longing took over her body. One second they were discussing the case next thing she knew, he was on top of her.
Dammit- How could she do this again? After sleeping with the head Sargent at the police academy and having a fiery affair, she promised never to hurt David again. Aww-oh well.

She was brought back by Dave's snores. He was so sweet when he slept. Another thing she had originally fallen in love with; Strange shadows reflected from the purple tinted sky above. The room was strangely calm, as if in a silent film. How odd. She felt sweaty, possibly guilty? No... She wasn't remorseful... well maybe?

David and herself were both fully awaken by a loud crash. Where had it come from? Outside? He got up, his tanned butt covered by a dark shadow despite him being only a mere few feet away.
Another loud crash. She sat up, holding the sheet to cover her exposed upper half. David rifled through his dresser until he found a pair of boxers. He slipped them on, and walked out the door. Closing it softly behind him. She carefully listened. He heard him grab the bat behind the t.v. stand.
A cry- a woman's cry.
She got up and threw on her robe and walked out. She saw nothing but darkness. She turned on the light and ran towards the front door. There stood a woman, weeping uncontrollably.
Dave was knelt down beside her, comforting her. She was babbling on about her daughter. Said she lived down the street and saw the squad car parked out front and ran towards their house. The loud crashing sound was actually her banging on the front door.
Said her daughter was dead, her black curly hair plastered to her face by sweat, Tears coming down her round face incessantly.
Her loud sobs echoed through their home. Almost instantly after learning of the issue Officer Cober dialed 911, as David ran towards the woman's home to see if there was a chance the girl might still be alive.
After calling, she assured the grief-stricken mother that police and medical would be arriving shortly.

Little did she know the bloodily mess they would soon uncover.

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Officer David Cober ran towards the home of the woman who laid on his front stoop unknowing what he would find. He walked through the front door that laid wide open. He searched through the dark home until his eyes spotted a glowing yellow light from the hallway. He ran towards it, and followed it into a bedroom. Empty. Everything seemed fine.
He turned around, and walked across the hall into a room with pink walls and purple bedsheets. Flowers covered the walls.
A dead girl laid on her stomach, her hair blending in the dark pool of blood that surrounded her.
Officer Cober, already knowing she was gone, felt for a pulse. Nothing. Her body hardly even warm.
He had seen a lot of murders and accidents, but nothing like this. She was a child, not just a child- no older then 14. She was dead. His eyes searched desperately for explanation, until he found a blade lying on her bedside table;
Suicide?
He checked her body, turning her around and found her throat was slit. Self inflicted. You could see where the blade cut into her fingers as she cut open her own neck. How bloodily, how painful, how awful. He had to get out of there, soon enough, he couldn't stand it. Especially the way her auburn eyes stared up at him with a look of blankness, a look of death.
Without knowing tears started to go down his face-
why?

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Back at the house Officer Leah Cober, was with the women. She said her name was Christin Lopez. As they were discussing the events leading up to her child's passing, Mrs. Lopez paused momentarily- her eyes darting as if shards of black glass foggy with a deep earnest she did not understand; "She's dead because of me."