Shadows of deception

Aren't you afraid of me? When he asked, my heart disintegrated, then erupted with shattered pieces, sending a loud, thunderous explosion into my chest, sending chills down my spine. His eyes were blood red, and when I briefly caught a peek at them, all I could make out was emptiness. I was standing next to such a sterile individual who was devoid of any emotions and incapable of feeling anything. His soothing voice kind of lured you in while also sending chills down your spine. He had rosy lips. His voice could have easily put someone into an unbreakable trance, but here I was in his presence holding onto my sanity. "No, you don't scare me," I tried to answer his question while maintaining eye contact, but I couldn't help but glance down because there was something weighty and strange about him. I don't know why I lied and said I wasn't afraid of him, but who am I fooling? I'm terrified to the point where I'm on the verge of having to urinate, so I'm standing with my legs crossed t

I haven't seen Nicholas in two months and I haven't received any communication from him either. I was relieved that he had avoided contacting me or entering my home. Without having to worry continually about the error of supporting a presumably criminal, life felt lovely and enjoyable.The heister was still out there, even if I hadn't seen anything on the news. I kind of wished he never got caught even if it might or might not be him. Who am I, some sort of detective? As a police detective, those are the kinds of questions I should have been asking, but I didn't, instead I first assisted a stranger who might have been the wanted thug without even bothering to inquire as to why he had been shot or by whom.The station commander summons me and my companion (Eric) to his office while we are at work. He first griped about how people in positions of power were always pressuring him about the wanted heister. I swallowed a large knot of remorse as I heard him moan in the way that he was whin

Am I insane?A regular individual would never place himself in this situation, as I have done. My life used to be easy and full of fresh air, but now I feel as though the air I'm breathing has become abruptly tainted with a very harmful poison. For many years, my parents have made my life a living hell, yet that living hell is nothing compared to the one I've created for myself.Who cares if my station commander, partner, and the other police officers have lost faith in me? Most definitely not me, as I'm a terrible bitch and simply don't care. Nicholas is just another person who utterly irritates me; I haven't seen him in a long time. Who accompanies someone to bed and doesn't even think to call to see how they're doing? He might have gotten his wish.Some individuals don't know when to call and when not to call, so when my phone rings, I put down my bowl of cereal. Eric's name shows on the screen as I gaze at it. I'm curious as to what this supposed companion of mine desires."Hello,