So I actually have been working hard (kind of) to put my story together on my story blog. Right now, I have around 8 pages worth of planning for the story line and everything but I’m worried now that it’s getting really confusing.
Would any of you actually prefer me to finish the story? Like I kind of did start it, but it’s going to get really complicated and long, i’m worried that I would lose people’s interest really quickly.
I’m thinking maybe to shut it down and possibly think of another story instead. However this time i’ll actually think everything through than have everything jumbled around like this one.
Meh, what to do?
It was perfect. Her hand in mine, and my hand in hers, just watching the gentle waves wash ashore as a soothing breeze passes by. Not even a word was said on this beautiful evening. Other than the sound of waves breaking at the shore and seagulls squalling, there was only silence. No cars driving past, no music and no distractions. Just a peaceful ending to a day with someone I would like to spend my whole life with.
Her name was Wendy. She was a beautiful girl at the age of 25, one year younger than I am. She likes photography, music and writing; well what else can I say? We met at the beginning of law school. First term was a breeze but the second was when the workload started packing on. We kind of bumped into each other one day at the State Library and from there I guess we began hanging out, a lot more than we ever thought we would. I focused on becoming a lawyer and she dreamed to become a detective.
“Ian, just 2 more years! And I’ll have finished my course to become a full fledged detective!” She tells me, looking straight ahead at the radiant orange sunset.
“How great would it be, working out in the fields together?” I reply back to her.
“It’ll be great! I think we’d make an awesome team.”
“Yeah I think so too.”
The sun had died down 10 minutes ago and darkness was beginning to blanket the city. We got into my car, nothing impressive mind you that, and begun to drive home.
I hit the breaks on my car when we got to her apartment. Being a gentleman, we walked together until we reached her front door. “Number 9” was written on the door to her classy apartment. Wendy shuffled through her bag and found her keys. It was kind of cute the way she would forget which way to turn the lock because half the time she would unlock it, then lock it again, only to find that she did hardly anything in the attempt to simply open the door.
“Thanks for a great day Ian” She spoke as a smile crept up onto her face. She lent forward and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. It was nothing big, but nonetheless surprised me. We said our goodbyes and I made my way to my car.
Her place wasn’t that far from my apartment. They were only 20 minutes away from each other, 12 minutes without traffic. I was cruising on the road, just casually listening to my music. “Great a red light” I say to myself as the traffic lights across the road glow bright red, much like the colour of my eyes if I don’t get a decent amount of sleep. Waiting at a light is so boring, especially if you just missed it. I look around the insides of my car. I see a tissue box, a pair of sunglasses and a pretty old GPS. I look over to the passenger seat to find Wendy’s lip balm. The car behind me beeps so I snap out of my bored mind and continue to get myself home. I make a note in my head to remind myself to give Wendy a ring about her lip balm so she doesn’t get worried about losing it.
I arrive my apartment around 15 minutes after I left Wendy’s place. I pick up my sunglasses and reach over to get Wendy’s lip balm. I look at the lip balm as I walk up the stairs to my door. ‘Hah’ watermelon flavour, these things never get old. I enter my apartment, throw my keys on the table and sink myself into my queen-sized bed. I really have to remember to make my bed before I go anywhere. Just falling on crumbled sheets is so uncomfortable! I sneak in between my sheets and my eyes slowly begin to close.
I feel unbelievably tired, but I just don’t feel comfortable. It’s not the sheets this time; it’s something in my pockets. I reach inside my right pocket to find the Wendy’s watermelon favourite. “Ah yes that reminds me, I was meant to call her about our next outing!”. I lazily lift my left hand and begin to feel around for it on my bedside table. I feel my phone and start dialling her number while my eyes lids are drooping at their lowest.
“beep beep beep…” The phone rings then cut off. I let out a small sigh and begin dialling her number again. I look at the clock and it reads 10:15PM. “Not that late” I think to myself. “She should still be up studying or something”.
I dial her phone again, but she still doesn’t pick up. I decide that her lip balm is the least of her problems and remind myself to drop it off at her place in the morning. After all, it’s only lip balm right?
I flip the blankets over, roll over to my other side and stretch to get comfortable, but I still can’t get to sleep. There is this uneasy feeling inside of me that I just can’t shake. I grab my phone from the bedside table and type in her number. Just as I’m about to press the ‘Call’ button, my phone begins to ring, “BZZZ BZZZ”. “Unknown number? Who on earth could be ringing me at this time of the night?” I think to myself.
“Hello sir, sorry for the disturbance. This is Junior Policewomen Marina, do you happen to be Ian Morlock?” they ask.
“Yeah that’s me…”
“Well, you have some connection with Wendy Witherstone, don’t you?”
My eyes suddenly force themselves wide open and my heart starts to beat rapidly.
“I’m sorry Mr Morlock, but she is dead.”
‘SCREEEEECHH..’ the tires go as I speed along the road. My two hands are sweating excessively as I ferociously handle the steering wheel, trying to dodge incoming traffic or nearby cars. I don’t care what type of danger I’m putting myself in; I need to go there right now, to Wendy’s Apartment. “It can’t be true, right? We saw each other 4 or 6 hours ago.” I desperately try to convince myself. “ I’m going to go up to her apartment and she’ll be there, and everything’s going to be alright.” My heartbeat gets more rapid with every kilometre that I drive, for what I was about to witness could change my life forever.
I turn the corner of the street and my heart begins to drop. The red and blue lights of the ambulance shine into my eyes, which are beginning to water. There are several police cars parked outside, almost blocking the whole road. The outside of her apartment is lined with a fluorescent yellow tape with a countless number of policemen standing around and talking on their walkie-talkies. The surrounding houses have their lights on, with many of the neighbours crowding on the outside, perhaps trying to see what had happened.
My body shakes uncontrollably as I approach her building. Walking turns into a jog, and jogging into a sprint. I recklessly push through a few of the surrounding people and duck under the yellow tape. Suddenly 2 policemen are onto me, holding me back with their unruly force. “Let go!” I shout as I continue to resist and attempt to push onwards. I can slowly feel me weakening; my arms once pushing, now trembling. I crumble down to the floor and the police realise this and stop subduing me.
She’s gone. Why….why her? The love of my life is now dead. Lifeless, and she’s never coming back. My hands slowly rise and cover my eyes, which hold tears that I cannot hold back any longer. I bury my head in my arms and scream. I cry so loud and strike the floor, for that I know that she’s dead. We were meant to get married one day, and have kids, and live in a house on the hillside, where we would stay forever.
Several minutes have passed and there was just silence. I wipe my tears away to see a girl holding her hand out to me. “Get up.” She spoke in a soft voice. I grab her soft hands and I follow to where she is taking me.
“Have a seat here.” The policewoman directs as I sit uncomfortably on the hood of the car. She looked young, maybe around 21-22 years old. Short brown hair and a little skinny compared to most girls. And here I thought you needed to be beefy to be accepted into the police force.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk hey? You’re Ian aren’t you?” she tells me in a gentle manner. I honestly don’t care what anyone says at the moment, my mind is only on one thing, Wendy.
The policewoman continues, “I’ve been told to brief you on what happened, seeing you were the only close person that we have identified.” My eyes instantly lock on her and give her a slight nod. Suddenly, I’m all ears.
“I’m Marina, we talked on the phone a little earlier. Chief Armond is the head investigator in this case. He’s my mentor, since I’m just starting out as a policewoman. Anyways, this is basically what happened:
Wendy arrived at home yesterday at 9:34PM according to the surveillance footage outside the building. The perpetrator supposedly had already infiltrated her apartment at that time. No autopsy report has been made yet, but it seems like she was hit by a blunt object over the head by the perpetrator. That’s how things went down.”
My face remains blank while I take everything in. Why her? What did she ever do to deserve this?
I sink into the old leather couch in the police quarters opposite to where Marina is drinking her cup of coffee. I don’t want to stay here any longer; I just want to go home and be alone. I feel wide awake, even though I’ve only had about 3-4 hours of sleep. Her beautiful face appears in the darkness of my mind and my eyes begin to water yet again. Wendy… I…. I miss you..
With my body still trembling from the shock, I manage to stand up and I slowly approach the exit. “I just can’t stand to be here right now.” I say to myself.
“Hey! Hold on Ian!” Marina yells as she jumps up from her seat. “If you really want to go that badly we could start the questioning now ya’know?”
I let out a tiny sigh as I amble back to the seat. If this is what I have to do to get myself out of here, I’d rather get it over and done with now.
“Ian, I know you don’t wanna talk right now, but it’s really important that we get as much information as possible. After all, it’s for her.” She calmly spoke. “So when was the last time you saw her?”
“Last night when I dropped her off.” I mumble.
“Umm okay. Saw victim last night.” She whispers as she jots these down on a small notepad. “And do you remember the time? Oh and what happened as well?” She asked. I could almost sense a hint of excitement in her voice.
“9…9:35ish? And we said goodbye at her door. That was it.” I reply. I begin to remember what we said at the door. Her final words, “Goodbye” echo in my head. I really don’t want to talk anymore. All of this is making me think of her and her beautiful eyes and her sweet voice.
“If you were the last person who saw her, that could potentially make you a suspect!” She almost shouts out loud. Her finger is already pointing at me, as if I’m the actual murderer. All the policemen turn and look to see what all the commotion is about. A tall figure in a brown trench coat and a black top hat steps forward. He looked around 41-43 years old with a very Italian styled moustache. “Now now, Marina. This is not the way to go about things.” He speaks in a husky posh voice.
“Chief! I-I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself.” Marina quickly apologises to the man, almost doing a little bow to him.
“That’s fine little one.” He replies to her. “Why hello there! You must be Ian Morlock, am I correct? I am Chief Armond Fealeon, head of this investigation.” He states as he extends his hand out to me to give me a firm handshake.
“Ian, you are not to be deemed a suspect. I have here in my hand two tapes of the security footage down at the Stoneside Apartment. One shows a view of the hallway containing the victim’s room, the other is a view from outside with the victims window in sight. The first clip clearly shows you bidding the victim goodbye. After that, there was no signs of entry or exit until we had arrived. Quite the mysterious case, wouldn’t you agree?” Chief Armond explains.
“By the way, does this mean anything to you?” Chief Armond asks as he throws something in my direction. I catch the object and stare at it in my hand. “You can have it. When we discovered her body it was in her hand, but it seems it holds no importance to the case.” he continues.
I didn’t know how much worse I could feel until I looked at it. It was the necklace I gave her on our first date. Memories just flowed from the back of my mind, making me want to curl up into a ball and let my emotions suffocate me. I am now reminded that she’s gone; What has happened in the past and what could’ve happened in the future is now gone.
I lie on my bed after I get back from the police station, clutching the necklace tight in my hand. In the middle of the necklace is a pearl-like purple gem stuck on a small silver circular plate. I remember that night like it had only been a week ago.
September 10, 2009
“So where are we going Ian?” Wendy asked me in a curious voice.
“I… I really don’t know. I guess we’ll just see where our legs take us.” I reply with a smile creeping onto my face. We were walking side by side on the footpath at night, talking about almost anything that came up.
We reach a small Chinese restaurant 15 minutes later where we decided to stop and grab something to eat. It was nothing too fancy, mind you that. After eating a bowl of stir-fried noodles each, I paid for us and left the venue.
“Hey this place looks good!” She tells me, grabbing my hand and running across the road before any cars were in sight. We followed the footpath into a park and it was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Soft green grass flowed throughout the whole area with trees swaying calmly to the gentle breeze. Antique lampposts lit our way as we wandered deeper into what seemed like a never-ending sanctuary. It was beautiful.
We spot a nice hill for us to stop and rest for a bit. We lay down on the grass looking at the night sky. Our heads turned and faced each other for a brief moment. I looked into her deep hazel eyes and she looked into mine. A little embarrassed, she giggled and looked back up at the sky.
We told each other funny stories in our lives, what happened in our childhood and how we came to be where we are now. I tell her how my parents virtually hate me because I refused to be a cook at their restaurant. I had a passion for justice, not making homemade burgers day in and day out.
“At least you still have your parents.” She tells me, sitting up at the same time. Her voice was getting a little shaky at that moment.
I begin to apologise for my rudeness, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know that-“
“It’s okay, I think I need to let it out anyways.” She cuts in, clearing her voice for her turn to tell her story.
“When I was 2, I lost my dad in a car accident. My mother raised me alone since that happened. She was a high ranked detective, investigating some of the most mysterious cases in the city. She was the one person I looked up to tremendously. Then one night, when I was sleeping, she was murdered. I was only 10 and I’d lost both of my parents.” She spoke and proceeded to tear up. I shuffle closer and give her a hug to comfort her. She looks up at me and smiles. “Thanks Ian.”
We get up and brush the grass off ourselves after we realise that it’s getting pretty late. After following the trail for 5 minutes, we both agree that we’ve never seen this place before. We continued on for 10 more minutes and arrived at a large water fountain. Lanterns hung above us and rose bushes surrounded the area, creating a romantic scene. Oh gosh, this “walk” turned out better than I expected.
We sat on the ledge of the water fountain, staring inside at the many goldfish swimming around. I felt the necklace shuffle inside my pocket when we both bent over to touch the surface of the water. Okay how am I going to do this? Umm ahem*. “Oh look what I found, it’s a necklace for you!” …No that’s just horrible.
“Hey Wendy, I umm, I got something for you.” I tell her and proceed to pull the necklace out of my pocket, hands still shaking.
“Wow it’s beautiful!” She exclaims as her eyes light up. I awkwardly walk around her to put it around her neck and clip it on the back.
“It’s purple because, um you like purple.” I say. She laughs for a bit and thanks me with a hug.
“Ian promise me one thing?” She asks in an almost angelic voice.
“What’s that?” I curiously reply.
“You’ll always be there for me, no matter what happens?”
“I promise” I assure her.
We spent a few minutes walking again, but this time we found the main road. We hitched a ride on a taxi all the way back to her place. I walked up to her door with her just to make sure everything was okay. Wendy throws her arms around me whispering, “Goodnight Ian, thanks for today!”
Back to the present
I get up out of my bed and wipe my tears away. “What am I doing? Wendy wouldn’t want me to be like this for the rest of my life.” I think to myself. Those words from that day echo in my head:
“Ian promise me one thing? You’ll always be there for me, no matter what happens?”
I think in my head, “Even though she’s gone I can’t just break our promise. I swear I’ll find that person for you Wendy, the one that killed you. At least then I know I’ve done something for you.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop this from happening. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
For those who’ve been wondering why I haven’t been posting up more parts, I’m very sorry. I’ve decided to plan the whole thing a bit more, just so it doesn’t take a long time to write each part off the top of my head. So there’s going to be a little break (Just like now) until I finish figuring everything out. I’ll let you know when I’m going to post a bit more later on.