Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Six

Hey all my lovely fans! So this chapter just came busting out of my butt today! I guess I'm happy about this. But yea. 

IF YOU GET REALLY SENSITIVE ABOUT MEDICATION ABUSE AND SUCH, I wouldn't read this chapter . 

Sorry it's really short!

Anyway :) here ya go!

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Chapter Six

Katherine was in the hospital for a little less then a week. The doctor finally discharged her after her last check-up. He told her no more alcohol and sleeping pills for a while. She probably won't listen. Katherine never really listened to anyone unless it was her mother. 

Without any of her family, she's alone.

Driving herself home from the hospital, she looked at the bandages covering both of her inner arms. The needles from the IV machine left their mark. Bruises extended past the small gauze bandage. Coming towards a traffic light, Katherine poked the bruise, cringing, as the color turned white then back to it's normal black. 

How can they be closing the case? She thought to herself, switching lanes. 

The first reaction Katherine had to her mothers death is denial. And then anger. Anger at the unjustness of it all, confusion as to why her mother when she has tried to do everything right, frustration at a lack of options.

And now, grief and fear.The fear comes from the unknown future or the idea of death, the grief comes from regret of what she thought she did wrong to her mother.

Acceptance. A point which Katherine has yet to discover. This is the point where she accepts the loss and accepts fate, comes to peace with the fact with her mother's murder and death.

Pulling up in the parking lot of her shady apartment complex, she took a deep breath, shutting off the car, removing the keys from the ignition. Walking into her apartment, she was appalled at all the empty alcohol cans and glass bottles. I cannot believe I drunk this much. She trolled her eyes over the square table next to the couch, only to see that her pills were gone. Dammit! I need those pills.

Katherine had been taking the pills for the past few months. More pills then needed. More pills then the doctor had prescribed for her normal dosage. 

It's been about a week with no pills and she was starting to be able to notice. She couldn't feel the powerful chemicals running through her blood. All she could feel was an emptiness or dependence. Which she knew was a bad thing.

A waved of panic rushed over her as she thought about her mother's killer and how he's coming after her next. Just the thought of death left her panic stricken. Dead silence caused her thoughts to completely overwhelm her, her body frozen in fear as she slid down the wall, plastering her hands towards her face. Moaning and whimpering soon led to screaming as she let her repulsive, panic stricken throught's envelope her brain. Sweat dripping from her face. 

Katherine was so lost in her thoughts that she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone knocked on her door. "Go away!" She shouted. The knocking didn't stop and so she wiped of her face and fixed her hair, walking towards the door. "What do you-" She was stopped mid sentence when she saw black shiny loafers, slowly eyeing up the person, it registered in her head who he was. Jeremy Jackson. Looking into his eyes, her lips quivered. "Get the hell away." she exclaimed sternly. Slamming the door in his face, Jeremy stopped her. 

He stepped into her apartment, "Look I'm sorry." he reasoned, "I couldn't do anything when my boss tells me to close a case." 

"Do you know how this makes me feel?" she asked, shooting a hurtful look.

"How do you think it makes me feel when I have too tell people the case is closed with no answer.?" They both stood a few feet apart, looking at the ground in an awkward silence. Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He opened his mouth, and this time speaking, "A few days ago, you said you would find your mothers killer. What did you mean by that?" 

"I meant, I would do what ever it takes to find the killer."

"Legally I hope?" He questioned raising an eyebrow. 

"No. I'll just go on a man hunt." She said sarcastically.

"Are you sure becoming a homicide detective is a smart idea?" He asked, sliding his hand over his slicked back hair.

"Jeremy, I have a Bachlor's degree in criminal justice. Why wouldn't it be a smart idea." 

"Well, you don't necesarilly cope with death very well.."

Katherine cursed under her breath, "Get out." She pointed towards the door.

Jackson's face loosened up, realizing what he had just said. "Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." 

"GET OUT!" Katherine yelled. His drooped eyes followed her arm that was pointing at the door. Jackson walked out as Katherine slammed the door on his back.

Katherine walked into her bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. She fiddled around looking for her sleeping pills, her hands shaking. Another knocking noise came from her door and she a first ignored it. Fucking Jeremy Jackson go away. The knocks became louder, huffing out a breath of air, Katherine screamed, "Dammit  Detective Jackson go the fuck away!" 

"What?" A voice called back. It wasn't Jackson. Katherine opened the door to see a man who looked familiar, yet unfamiliar. 

"Uncle?"

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