15. Do it old school

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With a little convincing and pleading, I managed to get my hands on a laptop. I can't hack into the LAPD network because this is a public computer casino security walls or undetectability programs. I also can't 'build' any firewalls. I would be using time I dont have.

I decide to go old school.

I log into my Instagram check the LAPD's good pictures. once I spot be in one of the pictures I click on it to see if he's tagged, to my luck he is. When see his profile, I don't notice anything weird, I copy down all the names of the accomplices in his pictures and look into their profiles. Also nothing out of the ordinary.

I hate this old fashion way because if I was using my own net that I would have gotten the information that I'm searching for a while ago. The importance of this "investigation" has me being patient as I Google his name and cases.

"Are you finished? I'm not supposed to be seen lending you any devices if it's not for emergencies" my nurse opens the door and closes it behind her ^

"Uhh" I log out, delete my account and history from her laptop "Thank you so much. I really appreciate what you have been doing for me since I've been here"

"No problem honey. You remind me of someone special"

"May I ask who?" Curiousity killed the cat, okay?

"My daughter. She was just like you, prefered to be on her own bubble in company of other people, wasn't keen on being vulnerable in front of people that she didn't know, and she definitely didn't like hospital food" she says the last part with a smile.

"She sounded like an awesome person " I give her an genuine smile. I meant it.

She returns the favour and says she'll be back later to bring me my food. I instantly cringe at the thought of jelly and plain cereal.

***

My stomach growls as I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I tried to go to sleep but all I could think of was Patrick's evil face. How could someone be that evil? To show no mercy to another human being.

The world is filled with evil people but never in my life, would I have thought that I would encounter such a person at my age. I have no idea how my dad handled working/living around people like him. When Tallis told me that he was with the Reaper, I couldn't believe it. I thought he was just joking, but I knew... God. I knew.

We should have left, I should have figured out that Reaper was somehow tracking Tallis instead of crying. I could have done so many things differently... but I can't blame myself. If we did manage to get away they would have found us eventually, we would only be delaying the inevitable.

At times I have this mini panic attack, where I can't breathe. It's like a mixture of holding back tears and the pain just becoming so unbearable, that I become dizzy and for a few seconds it feels like the world is crumbling beneath my feet and I free fall for a while.

With dad's death, I had Tallis to lean on and cheer me up and we went through the process of morning together. Now it's as if I'm all alone with no one to hold me. Not Tallis, not dad and not even my own living mum.

I was bored, watching a cartoon when Annabelle comes into the room. She smiles at me and goes to sit on my bed. I had gotten tired of sitting in the same place for an extended period of time, so I'm currently sitting in the patient chair.

I'm the first one to greet today.

I totally blame on boredom.

"Hey" she grins "How are you?"

"I can't wait to get out of this hospital and just go home, so I'm excited - thanks for asking and you?"

"I can imagine. I'm good, good" Annabelle says and I nod. I take in her outfit which is different from her regular.

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