In a Strangers Eyes Stockholme
The next day she woke up and tried calling him, again and again. She was beginning to feel like a desperate fool each time that she couldn’t get ahold of him. She knew that it was going to be the same disconnection message every time, just as it had been every time thus far. It was like he had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. She began feeling like it was some sort of dream turned nightmare for her. What the hell had happened to him? He couldn’t have left her alone after all of this, that would be horrible fucking timing to do something like that to her. She felt like she needed him right now, more than ever.
She could remember his smell and the way she felt tingly inside when he smiled at her the way he did. She needed his comfort in a way she had never needed anything else before in her life, and he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t make sense to her and she was frustrated, finding herself punching things and then holding her fists, as it hurt her frail yet murderous hands.
Hands that had just chopped up her husband’s body and then buried him amongst someone elses dead pet. She was forever going to be a changed woman. For now, all she wanted was to melt away with her stalker for a while. To lose herself in a fantasy, rather than facing actual reality, which was only now finally starting to really hit her. The shock lasted for quite a while but it was quickly wearing off the more that she couldn’t see him. He wasn’t there to keep the fantasy a reality and keep her mind off of what she had done. Something so intense had happened and while he had asked her to go in that direction, she still didn’t remember any of it. The lack of knowing what the hell had happened was finally starting to hit her a bit more now.
The guilt was eating her up inside. She was starting to feel like she was in the twilight zone the way that she had everything crashing down on her head right now. This insane loneliness and want for some kind of connection with him even though she hadn’t heard so much as a peep from him or seen him really bothered her. She still waited for him, eagerly anticipating his touch and his one of a kind comfort.
After the initial 24 hours she had to report her husband missing or become a suspect in his disappearance.
She was crying about not having her stalker around rather than her husband when she talked to them but it seemed to work out. They seemed to believe that she knew nothing more about his disappearance. She went home in a daze, unable to stop thinking about where her love could be when she needed him so. She would find herself watching every bush, searching every window for his silhouette. She so desperately needed to know that this hadn’t all been for nothing. She needed him before the full impact of the guilt caused her to break down and regret what had transpired more than she was already starting to. The effect of the magic was wearing off entirely too fast for her comfort.
She didn’t have to wait long. The police had a strange call come in about a large bloody knife that was found on the middle of the street in a relatively nice neighborhood near her house. A Good Samaritan immediately called it in to the police. It was run for DNA and before long, the results came back that the prints matched hers and the blood was a positive match for her husbands’ blood. They had no body but that weapon was pretty well used and told a shocking story with visually disturbing details. It wasn’t a guaranteed conviction but it was enough to make her a suspect. The police went to her house and arrested her for suspicion of murder.
Her nightmare had only just begun. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel about everything that had gone on now. She wanted only to see him, to feel his caress. He could look into her eyes and tell her that it had all been a big misunderstanding. She hadn’t done anything wrong and was free to go with him to live happily ever after. The longer she had to wait, the harder it was for her to believe there was some a reasonable explanation as to why he had been gone. She had gone through all of the emotions and thoughts of what could have happened, including her, somehow killing him first and not remembering anything. After all it seemed to be almost automatic how she had dismembered and disposed of her husbands dead body. That is one thing that they didn’t have was his dead body. She was going to remain shocked and distressed as if she didn’t do it at all. Maybe a jury would believe she was innocent, if she just kept up being vigilant and didn’t slip up.
She couldn’t believe she had completely forgotten to check for a murder weapon while she was cleaning up the house. She was no professional at murder but she should have thought of something that obvious. She is told by her attorney that she would get a minimum of 20 years in prison if she was convicted. The evidence was becoming overwhelming now that forensics had swept her house and found evidence of his blood in multiple places as around the home. She had tried to clean everything but, they even knew it had begun in the bed and ended in the tub. With her fingerprints on the knife and his blood on the knife, her attorney was almost sure it was going to be an open and shut case.
She couldn’t believe her ears; her mind was reeling. A couple of weeks had gone by since she was locked up and the reality of it all was really starting to hit her like a ton of bricks. The spell was wearing off quickly now and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been used. She didn’t know for what yet, but she was very upset that he hadn’t so much as sent a letter, or dropped a blank postcard or anything to her. She couldn’t believe that she woke up to that mess and it had been real and for nothing.
She couldn’t believe that she had been that big of a fool for him. It was still hard to accept that she had been played like that, because a part of her still felt like she belonged with him. He had to be missing or something because nothing that felt so real could end this badly. She had been worried that she would get him in trouble at one point and now it wasn’t him in the courtroom facing 20+ years, it was her. It was a rough place, this woman’s jail she was in. It was beginning to feel like there was no way out for her. The case they had against her was looking more and more solid. It was so bad in fact, that unless her husband popped up and said she wasn’t guilty of anything. It was going to be a hard sell that she hadn’t done anything to him.
Somehow she still found herself defending her stalker for leaving her like this. She didn’t really understand why she chose to defend him, for some reason though; she still had the benefit of the doubt about him. She just felt that if she could get another chance with him, everything would be fine. Somehow she felt like he could wake her up from this nightmare and everything would be fine again, just like it was. Still, a part of her knew it was just a fantasy that she wasn’t ready to let go of. She needed closure, or for this nightmare to end.
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