Murder At 12

Buried Alive Racket

I was struck unconscious. I sat back up on the concrete alley floor. I touched my head and it hurt a lot. I knew somebody was after my life and this was just a reminder. I realized my state. It wasn't the same back alley. It was different. I didn't have my phone, my wrist watch, my wallet, my earrings and not even my ring! I looked at the floor. I tried to stand up and realized my foot was bleeding. It had been shot. I didn't mind being shot in my foot. I was bothered by the rotten stinking wound. I was an agent. I wasn't a normal young lady. I was stronger. I had to get up and I did. I sat up straight and started touching the floor. There was no swiftness in the movement of my hand over the dusty concrete. It was my desperateness to convince myself that I was fine. I wasn't brain damaged.

 If this wound wasn't enough I started to get the memories of my boyfriend. My ex boyfriend. I started feeling tears on my cheeks. He wasn't a rapist or molester. He didn't make any fake nude videos of mine. He was a loving caring boyfriend. He was there at my doorstep with food at midnight if I texted him I was hungry. I kept looking at the floor. I had made the fault of telling him I was an agent and he got angry. He told me to leave it and we would vanish to some foreign country, start a new life. I denied and he asked me to choose between him and my work. I couldn't give up on my work so he walked out. I waited for him to return looking at the door he had walked out of. He didn't come that night. I kept texting him. I kept calling him. He didn't come back. 

He never came back. The next day his mother told me of his truck accident. I didn't even got to say Good bye. I didn't get to see he dead body. They said dead body wasn't found. In my business we denied to register anybody dead if body wasn't found. I failed to believe that he had died. I denied his parents and mine too. I was waiting everyday for him to return back. To return back to me and tell me to leave my job. To return back to me and say," Earth to Merellanda. I'm back." He hadn't come back since past one and a half year. I wasn't going to lose hope. He will return to me someday. He always boosted my confidence. I shouted loudly crying out my pain. I missed him. I daily missed him. While eating. While sleeping. While cuddling with my stuff toy bear. While watching a movie. While cooking his favorite food.

 I had lost him.

I wiped up my tears and got up on my feet. I dragged my shot foot. It hurt me. I was ready to bear this pain. I think I saw him. I felt him smiling. I smiled and got up on my foot. I took support of brick wall and got up. I managed to walk out .

I looked around the place. It was some construction site. I craned up my neck to look at the tall construction over iron pillars. It was huge. I heard the iron gate opening. I walked quickly to a bush and hid behind it. I looked at the door from behind the bushes. I looked at two people carrying a sack. I saw that rug it looked different but I didn't mind. They were two young guys looking like ruffians. One started digging a hole while the other held the sack. Something moved near the gate. The guy left the sack and went to see the disturbance. The sack fell and a bloodied body fell out of the sack. I looked at the body. It wasn't a dead person. It was a living beaten up person they were going to bury him up alive. I saw them put the sack right there. I tore up the sleeve of my shirt and tied it around my foot. The bullet was out I had checked. I wanted to save him to expose this scandal. Who was this guy? I couldn't even see the face at such distance over the distance the blood. I had to wait. I wanted to save him but I couldn't do it alone here in a bloodied and wounded state. He was barely conscious. I tore up the sleeve of my shirt and tied it around my foot. The bullet was out I had checked. I wanted to save him to expose this scandal. The Buried alive Scandal. But who was this guy? I couldn't even see the face at such distance. I had to wait. I wanted to save him but I couldn't do it alone here in a bloodied and wounded state. He was barely conscious. I saw the sack barely move.

They dug up the grave buried him and went out with their shovels. I then got up from behind the bushes and walked to the mound of mud over the place. I started removing the mud from my hands looking around for the crane. There were no cameras so I was safe. I got into the crane. By God's grace it had the key right there. I quickly dug him up and went to him as fast as I could. 

I looked at the white pale face and blue feet. I knew it was late. Too late but I gave up on giving up. I started pressing my palms on his chest in a set of ten. I opened his mouth and started to give him the kiss of life. I tasted blood. His lips were cold. I kept giving him the CPR. If he survived he could help me with the case. I needed him and it was my duty to save him. I kept trying but no avail. I felt my hair stick to my forehead sweat which had broken out. He coughed up some air and I thanked grace for letting him live. I looked and felt his phone. I took it out but didn't know which place was this. I couldn't just ring up. I looked around and saw a hotel two steps away. I got up and started to go there when a gun's muzzle was pointed at my head. It was William.