Hello my lovlies. Sorry for the wait, but I had a touch of writers block as one does at times.
Totally sucks, but I have powered through and now I have compelling motivation. One word, yikes.
Anywho, here it is. Chapter 13!
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The clock was driving me insane – maybe I already was insane. Every time the minute changed on the wall overhead I twitched; I was seeing things that shouldn’t be possible and crying over people I’ve never met. I grabbed handfuls of my hair and just about began crying again.
I tried to distract myself before by placing all the crime-scene photos on a blank wall beside the windows in my flat nothing connected except the injuries and the place and that was all that tied them to a one killer, but there was something I was missing – something important. I couldn’t really piece anything together anyway because I was a wreck.
All of this – everything going on right now and with the case – was pushing me emotionally to places I’ve never been before. It made me want to scream. I threw my hands out of my hair and jumped off my bed only to begin pacing.
Stupid serial killer, stupid dream, but, most of all, stupid emotions. My shirt swallowed my hands and I crossed them over my chest trying to lock my feelings inside my own embrace. I hated this feeling; I hated feeling vulnerable, lost, and afraid of my own mind.
Another round of sobs forced their way out of my throat. My hand reached up to cover my mouth to hold in the noise. A stupid fucking human noise that I don’t need to be making; one that I don’t want to be making. I don’t know why this was affecting me so much.
A sudden flash across my windows followed by crashing thunder made me scream and then cry harder.
“No. You can’t cry Cassidy, you have to stop crying. It was dream – you don’t know a man by that name. Never met him nev –” my mantra was interrupted by more thunder and more of my tears.
It was five am and I just couldn’t deal with anything at all; I want everything to stop. All of it. Everything.
I was cold and I couldn’t stop shaking. I felt no comfort within my one haven and no salvation within my usual loneliness.
I screamed.
When I had no more tears to cry and no more energy left to pace, I decided to take a shower. I walked into my bathroom and flipped on the water in my sink quickly putting my hair up in a horrendously messy bun and rinsing my face with cool water. I reached out for my toothbrush; out of the corner of my eye, I saw a brush of red hair and heard a whisper. “Raggedy man,” it said.
I shut the water off in anger and stepped back. I surveyed my face in the mirror. Normal green eyes, normal crazy – well extra crazy this morning – blonde hair, and same face; I’d say it’s more tired looking and more sad than usual, but it was still me. There was no red hair and there was no whisperings from my mouth. I could safely call myself insane now. Strange dreams, inability to control emotions, and hearing things is just too much to not be considered mentally unstable; I was falling apart bit by bit and all that would continue to stand in the end would be the husk of a girl named Cassidy.
The doorbell rang and I jumped again.
God dammit!
I stormed out of my room and down the front hallway. My bare feet slapped the floor and I shivered slightly.
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FanfictionCassidy Nethers has been considered abnormal her entire life; dangerously curious, crazy smart, and maybe just a tad insane. She prefers to be alone; she lives alone and she works alone. A detective at heart and in real life, she has been compared t...
