Heaven

Chapter two - Five years

"Five years.. It has been five years since it happened. Five years since I took a life" Her soft voice filled the room as she spoke to the person in front of her. "How am I doing? I'm doing alright. He did deserve it. It was either  going to be me or him, I know that therefor I'm fine" Heather lied, even though she knew the person she was telling the lie to knew exactly when she was lying or not, but she had told this lie so many times to so many people that she was starting to believing it herself. But as soon as she would fall asleep she would see his face and his last words would haunt her. Even though it's been five years since it happened she still wakes up in the middle of the night from a bad dream covered in ice cold sweat breathing heavily.

It's always the same dream, every night. The dream would start with her standing alone in the same room he had held her captive. Her parents would always then appear in on corner of the room while Derek would stand in the other corner with the smirk on his face that she had seen him with that same night. Then he would step forward laugh loudly. Heather would always cry trying to make her parents come to her when they wouldn't move she would try to find a way out of the room while he would laugh and laugh and laugh. He would walk to her parents take their hands and lead them towards her and then he would whisper. "Are you ready dear?" His parents would laugh and ask her the same question. "Are you ready?" Over and over again. He would always walk towards her grabbing her tightly and whisper in her ear. "Are you ready to come to hell to me?" His voice would be so soft yet so scary. She would cry and scream trying to kick him to get away from him, but she was stuck in his arms. Then the walls would start to burn and the room would fill up with smoke. She feels in that dream the same way she felt when she was held captive.. Helpless.

"I have to be okay, It's been so long since it happened, and I've been recovering from this long enough, I'm now going to start working properly and I'm going to keep my mind on the work and forget about him and do what I should do.." The girl stopped as she looked down at her hands folding her fingers together biting her lips nervously before she spoke again. "Even though he's dead it doesn't mean I should act like I'm dead as well" She added and the person nodded without making a sound.

"I've been working at the police station for a while now" She said and a smile appeared on her face. Before the attack she had never even thought about becoming a police officer. She wanted to become something that wasn't as dangerous. Like a doctor or even a librarian. But after the attack she felt like she had to do this, she had to protect the people that would be in the same situation as she  was in. "It's funny to think that he's probably the reason why I decided to become a cop, thanks to him I found my dream job" She breathed out a laugh. She hated him, she really did hate him, he broke her, he made her feel weak, she hated to feel weak and vulnerable. "I want to be able to help a person in my situation, I want to be able to stop it before anything bad happens, so no one will have to get hurt.. or die"

The man finally spoke as he stood up from his leather chair. "Why are you here today Heather?" He walked over to his desk and leaned against it crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the girl while she was trying to find a satisfying answer for his question. The man or Dr. Levitt was a man in his thirties or forties. His raven black hair was starting to get gray and his eyes were deep blue. He was the only man Heather trusted for her problems. He was the only one she had ever told the whole story about what had really happened when she was stuck in there. She had told him every single detail of what he had done to her. Sure Dr. Levitt was a shrink, but for her he was so much more, he was like her friend, someone she could trust, which for Heather was so very rare.

Finally when she had the satisfying answer for him, she took a deep breath, taking her time replying to him. "Because I'm nervous" She cried out and he shook his head. "Nervous? You're not nervous, you're strong and without a doubt the bravest woman I know, you're just worried, you need to stop showing at my office when ever you have to do something on you're own, I'm like your crutch and sooner or late you'll have to let go of me so you'll be able to heal completely" Heather looked at the man in front of him, she couldn't belive it. He wanted her to stop coming to him? Anger started to build up inside of her as she breather out slowly she stood up. "Fine, you won't see me again"

She knew very well that he was right. She knew she was stronger then this. Going to sleep and walking alone shouldn't be so scary for her. She's a police officer and a really good one. She has already put many bad and dangerous people behind bars without even breaking a sweat, but when it came to the man from her past she was unable to get him out of her mind, it was like he was always there, haunting her.

"Heather.. You're going to be fine. Just go home, get some sleep and you'll feel much better" Heather had calmed down a bit so she thanked him and stood up, getting ready to go home after a long day. But right before she was able to walk through the door her phone rang. She answered it quickly knowing that the person on the other line was her boss, and she also knew he would never call her after work unless something bad had happened. "Yes sir?"  she answered with a shakey voice. The man spoke quickly about what was going on. A bank robbery close to her. She had to get there as soon as possible, but she would have to wait for backup because the robber is armed and dangerous.

Heather grabbed her jacket and put her long brown hair into a messy ponytail in a hurry. "I have to go.." She told the man as she opened the door. Dr. Levitt nodded and sat back down. "Hey Heather, you know you're much stronger then you think you are. So when you're in a situation when you think you don't have any control at all, just take a deep breath, calm down and take the control back, you'll be fine. She thanked him right before she ran through the door towards her police car that was waiting for her outside of the building.

This had been a really cold and windy day in London in the middle of September. The leaves had already started to fall on the ground covering the street in a yellow and orange blanket. Heather drove her car quickly down the streets towards the bank. She knew she should wait for a backup but what if there's anyone in the bank in danger? Should she wait and watch as they're being tortured or even worse just because she doesn't have backup? No way, she would take care of it and help them, that's the whole reason she's in the police force in the first place. When she arrived to the bank she could see there wasn't even a single police car on the scene yet. 

Heather took a deep breath making sure she had everything ready, her gun her badge and everything she would need to arrest the guy. Then when she was sure she was ready she walked out of the car feeling the ice cold wind play with her hair and her face. She walked slowly towards the window peaking through it, trying to make as little noise as possible. She could see a man standing over the people and another one threatening a woman making her give him the money. She could also see that there were ten people lying on the ground with their hands on their head, everyone of them were crying their eyes out, both women and men. Thankfully there were only two children in the bank, both of them were hiding between their parents crying desperatly. They had probably been on their way home from their school, the poor things.

Heather stood still resting her hand on the gun preparing herself if anything would happen but she wasn't going to do anything, not yet. Heather wasn't the type of girl that would disobey her orders for anything but when she could hear a gun shot she jumped up and ran towards the front entrance. She knew very well that she would be able to shoot him from this distance. She only wanted to wound him so he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone in the building. She could probably shoot his leg that way everyone would be safe. She took up the gun quickly aiming it at the guy in front of her, then she took a deep breath putting her finger on the trigger. "Count to three" She told her self as she breathed in and out slowly. "one.." The man was yelling turning his back on her. "Two" Something happened and he turned around seeing Heather holding the gun. "Three..." A gunshot went off. 

"I did it.." She whispered. "I hit him" But without a warning she could feel her body becoming numb and the shooter in front of her was starting to become blurry. That's when she could feel the stinging pain in her chest. She put her hand on the place that was stinging. "No.." She mumbled when she felt a liquid on her shirt. She looked at her hand seeing blood on her fingers. She had been shot. Out of nowhere she fell on the ground looking up at the skies. Her legs and fingers were tingling and the world around her was spinning, is this how dying feels like?

From a distance she could hear sirens moving closer and closer to her until she could feel hands all over her body. "Man down! Man down, send an ambulence, she's still alive" The voice slowly faded away and everything went black.