Finding the serial killer

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Jake’s POV

I was snapped back to reality. No, this isn’t reality, this is a dream, a nightmare. He said Stella is dead. No, she’s not dead. She can't be dead. She was just there. She was just with me yesterday, she was just smiling with her prettiest smile, her big heart, her cool personality. None of it can be dead. I slapped my cheeks, I need to bring myself back to reality where everything is fine, everyone is fine except me. I'll be happy with just that. I don’t want anyone else to be unhappy. They won't be, because this isn’t real. This is just another nightmare. I've been pulled into another nightmare. It’s fine, I'll wake up.

“They said she’s dead mom, they said she’s dead.” Mom walked past me, I can hear cried, I can hear scowls, I can hear mom and Jerry and this doesn’t feel like a dream anymore. My cheeks feel the stung from the slaps, it’s not a dream.

No, no. this isn’t happening. But Jerry don’t joke like this, for someone he loved more than his life.

I pulled Jerry away from mom. he’s lying. He’s playing with us. I grabbed his shirt. “You, how can you say something like this? You love Stella.” I grabbed him closer. “How can you say she’s dead? How can you say she’s dead?” I screamed so loud, I can hear the gasps of people running around to catch their flight.

I don’t know if I'm crying, I don’t know anything. I don’t know any f*****g thing, but I know I can't see anymore. Everything is blurry, unclear, pretentious. I can't see if he’s lying.

He got to be lying.

He throws my hands back. “You did all this.” He screams. Tears run down my cheeks, I feel them now, they are hot, they are burning against my skin. I see him now. he is damaged, he is broken, he already believes she is dead. “You did this to Stella.” He pushed me, I'm on the ground. Before I know I'm on the ground and he is over me grabbing me by the collar. “You f*****g killed her. You killed Stella. You are a murdered. You killed my Stella, they say you killed my Stella.”

“You’re lying.” I kicked him to the ground and roll over him grabbing to his collar again. “You're lying, she’s not dead. I saw her yesterday. The killer never killed any girl before a week. She can't be dead. She’s not dead. Someone pranked you.” I have conviction, I have surely. Every killer has a M.O. They don’t go against them.

“They got my number from her phone. They f*****g found her in a ditch.”

Everything happened so fast, I don’t even realise. Now, I'm being ripped away from Jerry and the more aggressive we are, the more the reality is being filtered through our broken souls. She’s dead. No, I have to see it with my own eyes. she was the only one in the world who knew all my secrets I never told another soul and she never did anything to hurt me, what everyone else did. How can someone like her be dead? That isn’t fair, it isn’t possible.

I was ripped apart, someone is holding me, locking me in a hold I can't imagine to break through. I've been overpowered, but I try my best to break free. Jerry’s been trying too. “What the hell are you doing?” this is mom, I hear mom. “Go, check if it is her. you owe her, you can't be weak now. you can't fight now. You got me, don’t be week, if it’s her she needs you. Jerry, she needs you more than anything. and you, you need each other. You need to stick together.” Mom grabbed my shirt I feel her nails dig into my flesh. “You hear me?” I nod aggressively. That’s all I can do. She is right. nothing is on stone yet. this could all be a prank. She left my shirt. “You hear me, Jerry? Go.”

I know I'm in a car, but I know very little pieces of what is going on around us. I see a few buildings pass by, I feel my ear ring so loud, that now I'm deaf. I'm numb, I'm blind. And I hear sounds, they are cries, only cries. It pierces through my heart. Maybe it’s mine, or Jerry’s. How much pain he is in? How much pain would he feel if he has really lost her? He’ll be lost. He’ll be dead. She is her life. she is her life.

**

On the way, the only thing I had running in my mind was ‘what if’. So many what ifs. What if I have to come across of her dead body on a cold hard table? The body of a woman who meant so much to me, who meant so much to my little brother, to my family, on a lifeless place. How will I react, how will I bear that emptiness, how will Jerry bear that weight and loss. But now, that she is right in front of us, I don’t know what I am doing. All I hear is cries, whims, groans of Jerry. I don’t even pass out with so much blood in front of my eyes, enough that I should be dead now. I guess that’s because I'm already dead inside. That’s because all I feel right now is my own blood trying to rush through my body and help me die. I don’t feel anything else.

I don’t feel the fact that pieces of her laid in front of us. She hasn’t been dead for long, the doctor said. Not even an hour. “The killer didn’t have enough time to do what he did to the other victims. She is mutilated, but she is bloody. She has no tattoo but she’s been drawn with a marker, the same tattoo on the same exact pattern. The killer was sloppy,” he described. “She died in great pain, but her death was fast.” I can't imagine what Jerry must feel hearing that he seems dead on the floor.

What is happening? Why is this happening?

“It seems like killer is trying to convey us a message.” I heard those words, I have no strength to react to. Stella was such a great friend. She gave so much to us, to me, to my life. she was great with everyone. She loved everyone. She was making up for the love she never felt at home. How can one not love her? how can god take her from us?

“What message?” I looked up to the voice, Emily and Captain, they were here. “What is the message?” she asks again. But I saw her looking at me. I don’t want to care about it. I'm such a coward.

“We don’t know yet. we have to wait till the forensic results came out.”

“How long?”

“Two hours.”

Two hours? I'm not sure life will be that long for Jerry. I'm dead anyway.

“Two hours.”