Blood Stained Water :: Papers

Blood Stained Water A acute s fillinged issued from her m bulge outh, it filled the room, and then stopped as suddenly as it began, expiration echoes lingering in the air. The body of a man lay on the stratum, dressed in a charcoal black suit, and faded virtually the cuffs and the collar. His ageing wrinkled hands clutched onto his chest, soaked in the warm, wet blood, which stained his shirt. A faint drip could still be heard in the eerily silent study. His face was so vivid with fear. It could be seen in his usually warm, brown eyes. His oval spectacles were shattered on the floor beside him. The moonlight peered through a gap in the thick, woven cream curtains it was reflected off the shards of lens over the walls and ceiling like a 70s trip the light fantastic ball, though the atmosphere was much different. A rug of screwed paper lightedter the floor next to the empty filing cabinets, hours of notes on hundreds of patients now showered acro ss the floor. The rest of the study looked as normal, the room dark, save for the small lamp which lit the heavily varnished mahogany bureau, shining on the doctors most recent work, the ink still wet. Blackness lurked in every corner, hopefully it was only when the blackness that lurked there, nothing else was hiding in the shadows, and whatever had been there had coherent gone. It was an unnerving place to be. Name? asked the balding police detective. Miss heather mixture Chandler replied the young woman. Victims name? he questioned with the same unemotional voice. Please do we have to do this now? He only died last night. Sniff, the emotions of the fille struggled o stay inside. I understand Miss, but its easier to get it out of the way. Try and answer what you can and stop when youve had enough. Despite his words macrocosm sympathetic his voice didnt change, it seemed routine, as if he was reciting from a textbook or something. Sniff ok, hi s name was Doctor Steven Chandler sniff, her sniffs