As she listened to music playing at a low volume in the background, her concentration on the task at hand was diminishing. It wasn’t the music that was distracting her, but the thoughts that invaded her conscious. All due to her fathers condition in the hospital. She wasn’t religious in any way but instead spiritual. One thing that many people here and there did not understand well. The biggest difference to her was that she did not pray to a higher intently. So, in times of sadness and despair, she was lost in thought of what she was supposed to do? Prayer was out of the question, for what was the point, was her last thought before…
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the glass door. In fact it wasn’t just loud but shook more than the door. Her nerves were rattled even more than before. She screamed out loud and then quickly grabbed the largest object nearest to her, which happened to be a pair of kitchen scissors. Why she had them was another matter all together. For she had been on the couch reading a magazine article on astronomy.
Up until now she was unaware their had been a stranger watching her, had she known things might of happened differently.
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However, could have or would have, did not matter in the least.
For the next moment, she was looking at a police officer asking her if she was okay and more concerned with her state of shock then her clothes being soaked in blood. She was shaking and could barely stand up. The female officer escorted her to a seat near by where a detective was already waiting, to ask crucial questions about the scene at hand.
As Charline was starting to sit down in front of the detective she noticed her bloody hands and almost screamed, then saw feet under a sheet laying on the floor behind the detective. Thoughts were a blur and she couldn’t make sense of anything that had accord in between the loud knocking on the door to her current residence. She was just as lost as the detective at the moment and when questioned all she could murmur was she didn’t know what had happened. She kept repeating “I don’t know, I don’t know”. Which of course didn’t help in the least.
The Detective asked her to go with her to the precinct to be questioned further. Stunned she did as she was told after being covered in a blanket and escorted to a near by police car.