Deadly Medicine Part 7 – Jessica at the Cabin
Jessica at the Cabin
Jessica was exhausted. Every part of her felt as though it was shutting down one piece at a time. She felt her legs giving out and grabbed at the closest chair. She fell into it putting her head back and closing her eyes. Thinking so much about everything that had happened made it feel like she was living through it again. I have so much to do; so much cleaning and washing. How am I ever going to get all of the blood cleaned up? I’m too tired just too tired. Maybe I’ll sleep for a little bit, just a minute or two.
Hisssssssssss.
Jessica jumped straight up, standing in front of the chair. What the Hell was that!??? I know I heard something that time I wasn’t asleep. She heard it again some kind of hissing sound. She stood looking at Mike’s body, wondering if somehow his body was releasing some pent up gases. Oh what a lovely thought that is and she tried to laugh again. But she couldn’t quite make it sound right.
She walked around the back of the chair, putting the chair between her and the body. Now she stood watching, waiting to hear the sound again. Nothing was happening. She walked a little closer to Mike thinking maybe she was too far away to hear it again. She stood still again and waited, but still nothing happened.
God I’m thirsty and so tired. And now I am seeing and hearing things that aren’t there. I really need a break. With that she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and reached to turn on the faucet, noticing for the first time all of the blood and goo all over her arm. She moved back from the counter and looked down at herself. What am I doing? Oh my God I really killed him. I did! Me! I killed the man I have loved forever. How could I do that to him? SHUT UP! Just shut up. You know you had to, you know it was either him or you. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell the police? No one will ever believe what really happened. Christ, stop sniveling about it. You did what you had to do and now you have to deal with it. You have to clean up the mess and just tell everyone that Mike left you. That he got a different job and he moved for it. God no one will believe that, especially his friends at work. No I have to come up with something else something more plausible. It will never work though, everyone will see right through me and then what? They will call the police and they will know what I did. They will know I killed him and they won’t believe me when I tell them why. I’m going to end up in jail or worse. Oh what am I going to do? What am I going to do? I told you to stop sniveling and I meant it! You need to deal with this one step at a time. First you have to clean up the mess. Clean up the mess and then move on to the next…
Hisssssssssss
She dropped the glass and looked around. How can this be happening? I am too far away from him to hear anything from his body. Aren’t I? What was that?? She whipped her head to the left; sure she had seen something move. But there wasn’t anything there. Just the kitchen island in front of her and a small dinette set against the wall.
There is nothing there, nothing. I’m telling you, you have to get moving. You have to get that mess cleaned up before someone finds you. They will come looking for you, you know they will. You both just left home and came out to the cabin without telling anyone. Eventually they will start looking for you and this is the first place they are going to look. Now, move it!
She took one step away from the counter and stopped to look toward the dinette set again. Did I see it move again? Is something there? Oh stop it and just go look. She grabbed one of the knives out the knife block on the counter and took a step to her left. She slowly took another and then stopped and waited, breathing as quietly as she could. She took another step and then stopped and waited. One more step and she would be at the end of the island. There’s nothing there and you know it. Just take a look so you can get on with what you need to do. Her heart was beating like the drum beat in an old military march, fast like the snare drum. What is the name of that march? I know it. It will come to me. She slowly took the final step, making sure she picked her foot all the way up off the floor and then setting it down as quietly as she could. No foot sliding noise here, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
She was now at the end of the island. Every muscle in her body was tight and ready to run. She took a deep breath and as slowly as she possibly could peered over the edge of the counter.
……To Be Continued
Join me next Friday morning for the next installment of Deadly Medicine.
Dawnda Schaefer