Burn Me

New Beginnings

Bad mistake choosing the couch, I thought to myself whilst cracking my neck.

Everything in my apartment looked so gloomy. I am surprised I managed to turn on the TV, without being depressed.

I could only now hear faint Mumblings from the TV, in my room.

My dull office uniform made me look too formal, I thought while taking a quick look.

I glared at the wooden cabinet, my old police uniform hang in glory. Sitting amongst all of my forgotten clothes.

It's presence made me instantly sigh.

My eyes scanned back to the mirror. Examining myself, I looked so plain.

Tied up, dull straight light brown hair and a set of tired, haunted eyes hiding under my black frames.
I looked like Penguin from the TV show Gotham.

I was now scaring myself.

A loud buzz instantly made me jump, my phone. I was late, me of all people I was late for work.

Frantically grabbing my bag, I forced the rustic key into the lock locking the door. And ran for a cab looking like a madwoman.

The radio played nothing but classical tunes, and with no caffeine in my body I felt like utter shit. Another text made my phone vibrate.

It was from Lestrade, asking for me to carry out a job for him, making me instantly roll my eyes.

Although being halfway to New Scotland Yard I agreed.

"Could you please take me to St Bartholomew's Hospital instead" I asked the cabbie nicely, hopefully flattering him in the process.

But instead a loud grunt, followed by the car swerving almost dramatically replaced that possibility.

Jeez, and I thought I was having a bad day.

I underestimated that thought, as I walked through the hospital dorms drenched.

Loud thuds echoed across the halls. Suddenly a brown haired girl, ran past me her lab coat flowing behind her, she looked sad but also heroic at the same time.

I remained on my quest to find the morgue.

Another figure suddenly walked towards me, a man. Wearing barely anything, making me instantly shiver. His cold brown eyes locked onto mine.

Eyes of which, should of belonged to a psychopath. We remained eye contact, until he simply just walked away.

God, that man had problems.

Now,
A large sign now remained in my view. Breathing a sigh of relief, the morgue was finally in my reach.

Mission complete.