wednesday, september 5th

this short story deals with topics such as murder and implications of suicide.

I can remember the day Reverie Windsor was found dead like it was a video.
It was Wednesday, September 5th. The day was cloudy, as if the gods were foreshadowing the deed. I can remember seeing our townhouse surrounded by policemen, the lights flashing and the crime scene tape going up. I remember I took exactly 47 steps from where I stood at the corner to get to the first officer.
"What's going on?" I asked, out of breath.
"Crime scene. No one permitted in here," the officer responded, not giving me half a glance.
"I live here. What happened?"
The officer looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "Name?"
"Achilles Hawthorne."
The officer looked down at a sheet of paper. He sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck. He looked at me again, a look in his eyes that screamed "I don't want to be the one to break it to you".
I moved my head forward a bit, raising my eyebrows.
"There's been a murder."

this is the unedited short story that i turned in to my teacher for my english class, and i decided that i wanted to share it with more people. keep in mind, this story was planned and written only from the hours of 10pm to 12am, and i have not looked at the material in months. that being said, i do believe it is some of my best work to this day.