The girl who lived in the shadow

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6. Monica

12. 09. 2018.

I enjoyed watching them. The mice. The way they were playing their little games in my backyard. The way they were wandering through the dark forest, searching for someone special. Someone who was much closer to them than they actually thought.

I was sitting on a swing at the abandoned playground. A hoodie covering half of my face while I stared at the mice in front of me. My doll Hella was here too. She was sitting on the other swing next to me. I tied her down so that she couldn’t fell off. After all, I couldn’t risk her being broken again. After everything, I put her through, she deserved having a normal time with me.

Hella mocked the little mice in front of us. I could tell by the red smile on her face. She enjoyed watching people suffer like this. It gave her a strange satisfaction that I still couldn’t understand.

One of the officers moved his flashlight over the brown leafage, searching for some kind of clue.

“Will they find her?” Hella asked me. I looked down at her and she was slowly swinging.

“They will. Don’t worry.” I tried to calm her down, but I know that she was still afraid that something will happen to Hana.

“How could you be so sure?” she asked again.

I moved my finger down her dirty face. “Because I will make sure that we will see our friend again.”

Hella sighed, and I returned my attention to the mice again. Unlike before, they stepped their game a little. They were moving together in a synchronized motion. That tells me that they were getting close.

“They are getting close,” Hella said.

I nodded. “Let’s take a closer look.”

Untying Hella from the swing, I grabbed her by her arm, and we both walked to the mice. Hiding, sneaking, behind every tree and shadow that we could see.

She was safely secured in my right arm as we approached the mice. They headed north, almost reaching the destination.

“Over here!” Officer Gersom yelled. Everyone, including Hana’s father Mario, ran towards the voice.

I sneaked behind a tree, looking from the corner at the people circling around the small petite body in a black dress.

“It’s her,” Hella said, but I didn’t answer back. I watched how they were picking the cold body up from the cold, wet ground.

“Let me carry her.” Officer Gersom offered himself to sheriff Petrovich, but the sheriff didn’t want someone like Gersom carrying his precious daughter.

“No. She is my daughter and I will carry her,” he said as he pulled Hana closer to his body, covering her with a blanket.

Gersom took his comment as a bullet in a chest because he was the one who wanted to carry his sweet Hana to safety.

“As you say.” Gerson nodded. “But how on earth did she end up way over here? Wasn’t the party at the Black creek?”

“That’s something that we will need to ask her,” Sheriff said.

14. 09. 2018.

I was sitting on the same orange couch that I used to sit all my life. The orange leather was cold under my bare legs and my head was safely resting on the end, feeling the same cold touch on my neck.

Doctor Boseman was sitting across me in her usual spot, looking at me through her black glasses and a notebook resting on her crossed legs.

We were sitting in silence, only Bethoween’s Midnight sonata could be heard.

“We haven’t talked in a couple of days Monica,” Doctor Boseman started the conversation.

“I’ve been busy,” I said back.

“Soo busy that you missed our sessions?” Taking a deep breath, I looked over to her. My eyes narrowed at her.

“It’s been a rough couple of days.”

She nodded. “I can see by the look of your eyes. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“It’s because I didn’t.”

“Why? Is it because of Margareth’s murder?”

I tapped my knee with my fingers. “She didn’t deserve to die like that.”

“No one deserves to die like that. Especially a young girl like her.”

I smiled. “It’s not fair, isn’t it? Someone innocent like her dying for someone’s mistake.”

“What about Hana? I heard what happened to her.”

It took me a while to answer her back. I never liked talking about her.

“They released her from the hospital.”

“But did you visit her?” My eyes went to the black and white portrait on the wall across me. It was Hana’s, and it looked beautiful.

“Her parents were with her all the time. I couldn’t risk exposing myself to them.”

“I see.” She wrote something down in her notebook. “Will you visit her?”

“I don’t know.”

“What about your subjects? Are they still in play?”

I shook my head. “I found someone far more interesting to play with.”

“And who is that?” It would be so easy to tell her the name, but I wanted to play with her.

“Someone really special.” My mind goes to the first I saw my precious little thing. She looked beautiful in her suit and that gorgeous dark skin color under the sun. She looked like an angel.

“Do I know this special person?”

I cooked my head, looking at her with a smirk on my place. “You’ve met her.”

Doctor Boseman stood from her place, walked over to me, handing me the pills into my hand before picking up the glass of water.

I placed the three pills into my mouth as she leaned the glass on my lips so I could take five large sips until the pills didn’t travel down my throat into my stomach.

“You are such a good girl.” She cupped my cheeks.

Yes, I’m a good girl.

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