Masquerade
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A through F › Anita Blake › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
4,513
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 14 ~ Sleep
That shower had helped alot, the memory of that crime scene seemed to be a far distant memory. Though tonight when I feel asleep would truly answer that, I just hoped I didn't have that corpse coming after me like a zombie... though the corpse that would follow me would be in the shape and form of what I saw at any particular crime scene. It was one of my more predomiant nightmares, I just hoped I didn't have to see a child again. That lose of life before they had even experianced life. Those were the worse...No matter how many times I had that nightmare, I had never shaken it. Psychologists say that dreams or nightmares that kept on coming back even if they had a few slight changes, ment that there was an unconscience meaning to them, that the person was trying to avoid. For the life of me I couldn't see how different zombies chasing after me had anything to do in my life, though for some reason I had a feeling that sooner or later I would find out. I had dressed myself in a black t-shirt that had a white faded Fila logo and a matching pair of lounge pants. Perfect for what I had in mind.I sat sat on my couch and found my proverbial body groove, you know the spot where the couch has formed to your entire body because you've spent the last few weeks plastered to the couch. Not like I did that.I turned on the T.V and flipped through a few channels, until I came to the news. Nothing like learning about the ills of the world and then comparing it to what you experianced, knowing that someone out there was worse off then me made me put my life in perspective. Though sometimes it felt that I came out on top of the crap life pile.I glanced over to the roman numberal clock that lay above the T.V and saw that it was two in the afternoon. I would be able to call Bianca in about eight hours, otherwise it would be in vain as she would be in a dormant state of mind and even if she could hear the phone ring Bianca wouldn't pick it up because the sun was still out. Hopefully Bruce wouldn't call, I really didn't want to go back in to the station. I just wanted to close my eyes...