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car'' Mike said turning to his lawyer and handing him his keys.
''I have some more drafts Mike'' said the man across me, Mike looked back at him and sighed
''I made some annotations''.
His lawyer got up and headed towards the door just as I jumped up surprising even myself.
''I'll get them Mr. Martin. I think I left my phone in your car'', the lawyer handed me the keys.
Out in the hallway I thought about my lie, how unprofessional, I just had to get a breath of fresh air. I walked along the hall and looked around in disbelief - I was starting to doubt my ability to find the way back to the parking lot. Damn I thought as I was stepping into yet another hallway, it seemed familiar but everything in the building was the same, it was a freaking maze. At the end of the hallway there was a door with a toilet sign on it...I went in, washed my hands and as I looked up, over the radiator I saw a window...Finally! I opened it and breathed deeply, I went back to the sink and splashed some water on my face, there were no towels Bloody hell I stood over the sink waiting for the water to dry on my face. My hair was slightly out of order so I straightened it best I could, some fell into the sink as I had my hand through it I have to cut it off if I am to have an operation I've never had short hair, It's always been long and dyed dark, it was going to be a major change. My make up was still flawless and I didn't look tired although I had a few stress lines on my forehead. I've always looked younger than I was...those lines were going to be the death of me. Where are you? echoed in my mind again, in the perfect silence of my surroundings I flinched looking in the mirror in surprise...Already loosing your mind. Fuck this can't be good!
Where are you? The voice demanded and someone else's eyes were looking back at me from the mirror - my light brown-green eyes turned black. I opened them wider in surprise, my pupils were so dilated and the voice thundered through my head Where are you? I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep myself standing as I thought my eardrums were about to explode. Panic set in.
I ran from the bathroom looking for the reception area, I needed to call an ambulance, something wasn't right. I tried many doors and finally I was there...my head was pounding. I went straight for the desk at the entrance, the man was not there, I thought I'd look for a phone. I saw it on the other side of the desk and as I reached for it I took my hands to my face in shock and to stop from screaming. The man I was looking for was on the floor, there was blood everywhere and blood was gushing from his neck still. I stepped back and ran for the door but it was locked, I pulled on it savagely but it did not open. I ran back to the desk and grabbed the phone...dialed 911 and realized that the line was dead. The phone dropped to the floor and made a plastic sound, which was immediately swallowed by the surrounding silence, I composed myself and thought that who ever did this was still in the building. What do I do? Do I run towards the bathroom or towards the meeting room? I looked around paralyzed with fear not knowing in which direction to run, window or men? I took my heals off and started for the meeting room.
Everything was quiet...too quiet, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I ran and the thought that he might be hearing it too crossed my mind and sent shivers down my spine.
The door to the meeting room was open and I stepped in carefully, without making a sound, Mike was lying with his head on the desk so unnaturally and grotesque, looking straight at me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, tears wet my face, near Mike's chair, on the floor was the lawyer in a pool of blood, and I could see another body somewhere under the table.
Where are you? The voice demanded with such rage that shook my whole being, someone was yelling from inside of me and I yelled back: Silence!!!!! and it all went quiet, I backed up in shock, my hand held to my mouth and started running towards the bathroom. I was terrified of running into someone, that the killer would catch up to me, I kept opening random doors hoping to get the right one. I grew more and more afraid of what the next one might open into but each opened into silence and immobility, as if everything was paused in this huge building except for me.
I found my way there after what seemed an endless search and the window was still open. I climbed on the radiator and out the window, I was on the hill. I sighed in relief, I could see the parking lot but couldn't decide if I should go in that direction or not. What if who ever did this was there? I saw the highway on the other side and ran towards it.
I stopped the first cab I saw and got in. ''the Marriott, please''. He did not ask any questions but looked at me through the mirror ''my car broke down'' I felt the need to add. All these thoughts were clashing in my brain...should I go to the police? What if I am just beginning to lose my mind and none of this happened? How else can I explain the voice in my head? It wasn't the first time I saw things that couldn't possibly be there I'll go to the hotel and watch the news, if they say something I'll call the police I thought and then tried to remember what I left in the meeting room...would someone be able to find me if they looked through my things? There was nothing with my name on it, or was it?. I had my ID with me but I left the phone in the car and that damn Confidentiality Contract....I didn't even know what was on it....''Damn!'' and the plane ticket was in my purse...I must have looked like a mad woman frantically going through my pockets, the driver looked back concern plastered across his face He probably thinks I can't pay him, I grinned back like a fool.
My head was pounding and my eyes burnt. I payed the driver as he left me outside the hotel. No one noticed that I walked in without shoes except for the concierge who gave me a weird look but I couldn't care less...I got into the elevator and found my room, my bags were already there. I turned on the TV, stood on the bed waiting for the news to tell me about the horror that I had just witnessed, I was in shock...after 3 hours nothing new on the news, I was beginning to relax, got undressed and got in the shower. Oh no...I'm already going mad, the doctor said I had no more than two-three years but I'm going mad already. I should try calling Mike.... I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and ran for the phone. His phone was closed, so I dialed my number. I jumped when someone answered.
''Mike?''...I whispered.
''Kathryn...'' someone replied. I froze, I couldn't tell if it was Mike or not.
''Are you OK?'' I finally asked with an obvious shiver in my voice. There was a long pause and then he spoke:
''Where are you?'' It was the same voice that I heard in my head just a few hours ago and there was something inside me that was pushing me to reply..I couldn't let go of the phone...and without my will I blurted out ''Marriott''.
Realizing in an instant what I had just done I let the phone drop and ran to my bag to find a change of clothes. I got dressed in a hurry, jeans and a T-shirt, put on my sneakers, grabbed my bag and ran out. I was already in the cab when I started to think..where was I going? Who was that? The driver turned around and looked at me expecting to be told where to go...
''the Airport'' I all but yelled, I had made a decision without even realizing it. My hair was dripping wet, my head still hurt and I was so confused. What is going on? When the traffic stopped for a moment I felt watched, I looked out the window but I couldn't see any eyes on me. The traffic picked up again and I felt relief wash over me. I got to the airport and bought a new ticket, my flight was in half an hour, at least something was working right. I went towards the payphone still in doubt about what happened...I picked up the phone and dialed 911, I waited a good while until I was put through.
''911 What is the nature of your emergency?''
''I.....I think I witnessed a murder'' I said unable to believe what had happened and what I was saying, ''at the Martin and Bates offices, off highway 54''.
''What's your name? Are you hurt?'' I didn't answer ''Are you in any type of danger?'' she asked and I could hear nervousness in her voice.
''I might be...'' I said holding tighter to my bag.
''Can you get to a police station mam?''
''No...but I'm fine, I'll be fine''
''Did you see who it was? ''
''No... something happened though didn't it?'' I asked after pausing to catch my breath.
She paused for a long time and I hung up.
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''I have some more drafts Mike'' said the man across me, Mike looked back at him and sighed
''I made some annotations''.
His lawyer got up and headed towards the door just as I jumped up surprising even myself.
''I'll get them Mr. Martin. I think I left my phone in your car'', the lawyer handed me the keys.
Out in the hallway I thought about my lie, how unprofessional, I just had to get a breath of fresh air. I walked along the hall and looked around in disbelief - I was starting to doubt my ability to find the way back to the parking lot. Damn I thought as I was stepping into yet another hallway, it seemed familiar but everything in the building was the same, it was a freaking maze. At the end of the hallway there was a door with a toilet sign on it...I went in, washed my hands and as I looked up, over the radiator I saw a window...Finally! I opened it and breathed deeply, I went back to the sink and splashed some water on my face, there were no towels Bloody hell I stood over the sink waiting for the water to dry on my face. My hair was slightly out of order so I straightened it best I could, some fell into the sink as I had my hand through it I have to cut it off if I am to have an operation I've never had short hair, It's always been long and dyed dark, it was going to be a major change. My make up was still flawless and I didn't look tired although I had a few stress lines on my forehead. I've always looked younger than I was...those lines were going to be the death of me. Where are you? echoed in my mind again, in the perfect silence of my surroundings I flinched looking in the mirror in surprise...Already loosing your mind. Fuck this can't be good!
Where are you? The voice demanded and someone else's eyes were looking back at me from the mirror - my light brown-green eyes turned black. I opened them wider in surprise, my pupils were so dilated and the voice thundered through my head Where are you? I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep myself standing as I thought my eardrums were about to explode. Panic set in.
I ran from the bathroom looking for the reception area, I needed to call an ambulance, something wasn't right. I tried many doors and finally I was there...my head was pounding. I went straight for the desk at the entrance, the man was not there, I thought I'd look for a phone. I saw it on the other side of the desk and as I reached for it I took my hands to my face in shock and to stop from screaming. The man I was looking for was on the floor, there was blood everywhere and blood was gushing from his neck still. I stepped back and ran for the door but it was locked, I pulled on it savagely but it did not open. I ran back to the desk and grabbed the phone...dialed 911 and realized that the line was dead. The phone dropped to the floor and made a plastic sound, which was immediately swallowed by the surrounding silence, I composed myself and thought that who ever did this was still in the building. What do I do? Do I run towards the bathroom or towards the meeting room? I looked around paralyzed with fear not knowing in which direction to run, window or men? I took my heals off and started for the meeting room.
Everything was quiet...too quiet, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I ran and the thought that he might be hearing it too crossed my mind and sent shivers down my spine.
The door to the meeting room was open and I stepped in carefully, without making a sound, Mike was lying with his head on the desk so unnaturally and grotesque, looking straight at me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, tears wet my face, near Mike's chair, on the floor was the lawyer in a pool of blood, and I could see another body somewhere under the table.
Where are you? The voice demanded with such rage that shook my whole being, someone was yelling from inside of me and I yelled back: Silence!!!!! and it all went quiet, I backed up in shock, my hand held to my mouth and started running towards the bathroom. I was terrified of running into someone, that the killer would catch up to me, I kept opening random doors hoping to get the right one. I grew more and more afraid of what the next one might open into but each opened into silence and immobility, as if everything was paused in this huge building except for me.
I found my way there after what seemed an endless search and the window was still open. I climbed on the radiator and out the window, I was on the hill. I sighed in relief, I could see the parking lot but couldn't decide if I should go in that direction or not. What if who ever did this was there? I saw the highway on the other side and ran towards it.
I stopped the first cab I saw and got in. ''the Marriott, please''. He did not ask any questions but looked at me through the mirror ''my car broke down'' I felt the need to add. All these thoughts were clashing in my brain...should I go to the police? What if I am just beginning to lose my mind and none of this happened? How else can I explain the voice in my head? It wasn't the first time I saw things that couldn't possibly be there I'll go to the hotel and watch the news, if they say something I'll call the police I thought and then tried to remember what I left in the meeting room...would someone be able to find me if they looked through my things? There was nothing with my name on it, or was it?. I had my ID with me but I left the phone in the car and that damn Confidentiality Contract....I didn't even know what was on it....''Damn!'' and the plane ticket was in my purse...I must have looked like a mad woman frantically going through my pockets, the driver looked back concern plastered across his face He probably thinks I can't pay him, I grinned back like a fool.
My head was pounding and my eyes burnt. I payed the driver as he left me outside the hotel. No one noticed that I walked in without shoes except for the concierge who gave me a weird look but I couldn't care less...I got into the elevator and found my room, my bags were already there. I turned on the TV, stood on the bed waiting for the news to tell me about the horror that I had just witnessed, I was in shock...after 3 hours nothing new on the news, I was beginning to relax, got undressed and got in the shower. Oh no...I'm already going mad, the doctor said I had no more than two-three years but I'm going mad already. I should try calling Mike.... I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and ran for the phone. His phone was closed, so I dialed my number. I jumped when someone answered.
''Mike?''...I whispered.
''Kathryn...'' someone replied. I froze, I couldn't tell if it was Mike or not.
''Are you OK?'' I finally asked with an obvious shiver in my voice. There was a long pause and then he spoke:
''Where are you?'' It was the same voice that I heard in my head just a few hours ago and there was something inside me that was pushing me to reply..I couldn't let go of the phone...and without my will I blurted out ''Marriott''.
Realizing in an instant what I had just done I let the phone drop and ran to my bag to find a change of clothes. I got dressed in a hurry, jeans and a T-shirt, put on my sneakers, grabbed my bag and ran out. I was already in the cab when I started to think..where was I going? Who was that? The driver turned around and looked at me expecting to be told where to go...
''the Airport'' I all but yelled, I had made a decision without even realizing it. My hair was dripping wet, my head still hurt and I was so confused. What is going on? When the traffic stopped for a moment I felt watched, I looked out the window but I couldn't see any eyes on me. The traffic picked up again and I felt relief wash over me. I got to the airport and bought a new ticket, my flight was in half an hour, at least something was working right. I went towards the payphone still in doubt about what happened...I picked up the phone and dialed 911, I waited a good while until I was put through.
''911 What is the nature of your emergency?''
''I.....I think I witnessed a murder'' I said unable to believe what had happened and what I was saying, ''at the Martin and Bates offices, off highway 54''.
''What's your name? Are you hurt?'' I didn't answer ''Are you in any type of danger?'' she asked and I could hear nervousness in her voice.
''I might be...'' I said holding tighter to my bag.
''Can you get to a police station mam?''
''No...but I'm fine, I'll be fine''
''Did you see who it was? ''
''No... something happened though didn't it?'' I asked after pausing to catch my breath.
She paused for a long time and I hung up.
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Publication Date: 12-10-2012
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