**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans (or animals) have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental**
10/26/13 3:45
PM
I barely
slept last night and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even catch a nap. Every time I close my eyes I can see her
lying there, stiff and lifeless as her mom thrusts down and down again in chest
compressions. It’s not like I have a
priest or something and I sure as hell don’t want to confess to the police so I
guess this is my outlet. I was so
distraught that I couldn’t even write it down last night. Sadly, I wasn’t able to tune it out
though. I wanted it to turn out so
differently. I wanted her. As I watched her mom-pressing down with all
of her strength while tears streamed down her cheeks, my vision blurred. But I should back up and explain it all. Maybe if I get it all off my chest I can
finally get some sleep…
After I sprinkled the Hemlock on Natalie’s
food, yesterday afternoon, I high-tailed it out of the parking lot. I remembered that she was scheduled to work
until 8 because I was foolishly clinging to the idea that maybe she and I could
go out after work. I tried not to think
about her but I couldn’t help it. At
7:40 I finally gave up. I drove over
toward the restaurant and parked next door in the Starbuck’s lot. I saw Natalie exit but she was followed by
someone else. I had borrowed Mr.
Flemming’s binoculars a while back and there were still in my glove box. As I peered through the high powered lenses I
noticed it was Don. They stood by her
car for a few moments and then he kissed her.
I hope Don gets pounded into oblivion by his cellmate when he ends up
prison. Anyway, she got in her car and I
followed from a safe distance. I
expected her to drive to her apartment, which is why I brought the binoculars
but she didn’t. I saw her pull into the
driveway of a large house with blue shutters.
I drove past the driveway and up the hill. From across the street I could see into the
house through the gigantic bay windows.
Natalie walked in without knocking so, naturally, I was curious. I could see her hugging an older couple and,
judging from their age, I assumed it was her parents. I watched her cross through to the back of
the house and pop her take-out container into the microwave. She was sitting at the kitchen table talking
then her mom hugged her again. I watched
as she dug into her food and washed it down with a large glass of iced
tea. Well, I assumed it was iced tea-it
was brown and there was a lemon slice floating in the glass.
I began to wonder if I had put enough
Hemlock in the food. It seemed like I
was waiting there, watching through those binoculars for an eternity. Finally, Natalie stood and started walking
out of the kitchen when she froze. Next
thing I knew, she tipped over onto the floor like a felled tree-stiff and
lifeless. I could see her mom shriek and
I swear I could hear it piercing my eardrums like a silent dart. I could see her mouth, “call nine-one-one as
she dropped to her knees and flipped Natalie over. Her father dashed to the phone. They still have a wall phone hanging in their
kitchen.
Weird, I never really had a
relationship with my dad. He’d left us
and I lived with my mom until she killed herself. By then, he was already involved with another
woman and had a new family. I ended up
in a boarding school, essentially an orphan.
But Natalie, she clearly had a family that she loved and they loved
her. Even her dad was sobbing openly
when the EMT’s carted her out of the house on the gurney. It wasn’t until I went to put the binoculars back
that I realized they were soaking wet.
The tears streaming down my face matched those of Natalie’s father.
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