"Paul Spector the man recently named and faced as the 'Belfast Strangler' was shot yesterday in police custody. Witnesses say a man wanted mr.spector dead but he is currently being treated in the hospital for shots fired at the scene..." " Paul Spector known as 'Belfast Strangler' was shot yesterday..." "He was unarmed and injured horribly..." that's it. He's dead. The man I gave everything to is dead. I pull out my phone and open the picture I took of him smiling for once and I cry at the memory.
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"Okay if you ever fart in public-" he states but we laugh. My phone buzzes and I accidentally open the camera and snap a picture. "Uh oh." I say "What?" He says and chuckles "I took a picture of you on accident." I say showing the picture. "Are gonna report me?" He asks a little more serious. I shake my head "never." We continue trying to make jokes I stare at it through tears. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!" I scream hard through the tears. My body hurts. My head feels light. My hands bang the lamp in pieces. I look at the mirror. "You fucking disgust me!!!" The glass is broken before me and I run out.
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I lean against my stolen car and scream "FUCKING TAKE ME!!!" I cry and scream everything out but it doesn't work.
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I get in the car and speed off to the general hospital of Belfast screaming, crying, and hitting my hands against the small space of the driver side. I suddenly grab an object and plunge into the upholstery of my seat. I feel a warm liquid and notice I stuck my switch blade in my thigh. I drive into the parking lot of the hospital. I remove the blade rather harshly and go up to the front desk. "Paul?! Is he here?! I need to see him!!!" "Ma'am please-" "HE WAS FUCKING SHOT WHERE IS HE?!" Police are pulling me away from the nice lady who I probably would've killed right then and there. "You need to calm down ma'am" "You. You arrested him. You took him away from me. Why?" I rack my body with tears. I see her. "You."
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"What happened to him?" I say sniffling. "And you are?" She says rather firmly "His sister Paula Emerson from one of the foster homes he located in." The detective who I officially hate forever says. Everything except the fist part is true. Not a sister, Real name is Anna Anderson, but I changed it to Amelia Spencer. I was in foster homes but I would run off every now and again. "Oh right." She says. I killed Paula because she was beating Paul for no reason, but of her own pleasure of seeing him bleed. That's when Paul or Peter back then and I became close. I follow her to where he is but she covers the door. "What's going on why can't I see him?!" "He went hypertensive." She states I move her away and give her a cold stare. "You did this. It's all your fault. He was a good man." I look through the window and scares me so much to him like this.
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I cry. "Please tell me what's wrong with him please!!!!" I cry even more and guides me to sit down. "We were getting a piece of Information about Rose Stagg's whereabouts from your brother himself, and somebody shot a gun trying to kill him, but injuring three people in the process." She says running a hand through her hair. I look around and see a bed holding an unconscious Rose. Shit. I should've hidden her body somewhere else. Can this day be any less crappier? I just sit down unable to move. She gets up and let's me dread in my thoughts.
