Okay. I’m going to just start out by saying my journey has been a long and tiring one. I could say that it was magical and epic. Perhaps I could say more but you would like it better and perhaps care more if I gave you some prospective. First off, my name is Sara. I don’t know my last name and for all I know I could be Sara Braveheart or Sara Guineapig but only time will tell. Before this mess of a nightmare, I was going to be proposed to by the man I thought I had loved. I lived an almost dream-like life. That would almost be true but let’s just face it, life isn’t perfect. Deal with it.
I remember my mom giving some wise advice when it came to certain situations. My mother heard of the saying ‘When life gives you lemons’. She made her own saying in that regard. “When life gives you lemons, plant the seeds from the lemon and grow a tree. Patience is needed but after several years you will see the grand result and during all that time you have a tree with nice aromatic leaves.” However, my dad was the one to always jump in when boys were involved. I actually don’t remember too much during those times because I usually ignored those conversations with him. I knew who I wanted.
David Rahl was a man who knew what he wanted and as a kid he stood for it. I had known him since the beginning of school and he lived right next door to my house. He always stood up to bullies and kids who didn't care about others. As an adult, he told me that I was going to be the happiest woman alive one day. He mentioned that we were a lot alike and that those with great minds often seek one another to become one. He has it in his eyes. He was close to proposing. I could see it in his face. He knew I knew it. He knew of my amazing ability to read people.
I worked as a consultant for the police department. Not that I was ever in any real danger- that would be a lie, sorry. To be honest, I mean I never tried to put myself in any real danger but it was always possible one person on the other end of the table would call his ‘people’ over for a chat and I may end up being kidnapped. How ironic I tell you that. As it so happens, I was speaking with a person who was on the top suspect list to the cold blooded murder of 12 children. It was sick and disgusting to think that a man who was a father would go and do something like that. At least, that’s what his face wanted us to believe. I have seen the man behind that human coil. It wasn’t a father, at least not anymore. It was a man stricken with grief due to doctors making one fatal error and ended up with his wife dying before she gave birth. I could see that he blamed the child instead of the doctors.
He wanted to take it out on kids. His mind was not well and prison would not help him. George was freaking bonkers. George Cluham was not a man known for violence and he at first was not even a suspect at least until I found evidence he was in fact not that well in the head. However he is innocent. That’s right; you are looking at a man who would never actually harm a kid. Even though he blames the birth giving process that would have given him a son or daughter. It was the worst possible setup if I never did see one. I motioned over my boss, Tom Franks. “He is telling the truth. Whoever did do this knows him very well.” I said with extreme confidence. I almost felt as if my life hanged on this man seeing my way as well that George was innocent. “I spoke with a person who may actually know Mr. Cluham well. He’s in the next room across the hall.” My boss said to me in a singly manner; I felt he could read me as well as I can him.
This next meeting was fate. I would forever remember his face; for it was that of a snake hiding a mouse in his mouth. “So when did they start bringing in hot ladies to make gentlemen like me talk?”
I smiled in a half sarcastic manner as slammed down a book filled with possible evidence of him being the real cold blooded sick freak. His face made me want to completely smash it in with the back end of the book. “So where were you on the night of February 21, 2077?”
He smiled his serpent smile. “What would you look like in the dress I am imagining…I wonder-”
She interrupted. “Trying to steer the conversation off course will do you no good, Jake. I suggest you start taking this seriously.” I was near hitting him.
“I suggest you wear this red dress I’m imagining. You would look quite pretty in-”
I took my hand and thrown every bit of energy I had into his face. It left quite the contact and sent him flying towards the wall. “Still think I look pretty in that dress?”
Jake smiled but it wasn’t the same as before. He was ready to finally talk. “I had a machine gun and I decided to earn one hundred twenty thousand points by killing the first twelve people that came out of that school. Good enough for you?” Jake continued to smile and it shifted into his snake smile. His face shown that he hasn’t believed a word he had just said but he was still guilty for what happened.
“Really?” I laughed to play along with him. “If that is true then that wasn’t at all the gun that was used at the scene of the crime.” I grabbed a photo of a kid. “The kid says he has seen you speaking to a man. Who is he?”
His snake smile quickly turned to disgust and looked away. “He’s a little brat nobody that should go to juvenile hall. He didn’t see me with any man. The principle of the school can testify to that.”
I had cornered him. He knew the kid and the kid knew the man he had seen with him. “What would the principle testify to? That he is a brat or that he didn’t see you with anyone because you were speaking with him? You were his weapons dealer. You were paid by a desperate man who killed 12 young students and tried to pin it on another man who already lost so much. You are nothing but a snake!”
He looked with all the contempt he could have possibly shown. “I’m sure some of my fellas would love to see you in that dress.” He got up and walked away with his snake smile.
I knew he was up to something terrible already. But of all the days it had to have been tomorrow.
I woke up feeling excited for the day. Before I went to sleep the other day I got a phone call to meet with my boyfriend, David. I wasn’t thinking in the slightest with what could be really happening. Then again, no one just expects things like this to just happen. I drove to the park where huge bushes were being trimmed somewhat like a maze. I looked around a corner and spotted him in a tux. My heart fluttered as I walked towards him. He was so happy to see me.
As I was walking close to him, he bent over on one knee. He was about to say the words I had expected but instead his eyes shown instant fear. That was all I could remember. I did remember a familiar snake’s laughter as Jake said, “She’s the one who can read people.” Of course it gets weirder. I can guarantee that.