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sorry i haven't posted in a while here's part 7

''I love you and I always will you never noticed when I had all them late nights hope you can forgive me some day jack x’’ I ran to the toilets and threw up again and again, when I was done I just sat there and cried how could i not have noticed I felt so sick. I eventually got up and went to the mirror and sorted myself out the letter still stuck to my side it felt like I had just opened Pandora’s box and me and my world were being sucked in.
I walked back to my office, sat in my chair and opened the letter again I noticed something different this time slightly yellow marks were on the bottom, what could they be? I thought about it for a few minutes then thought could it be a secret message? I went to the main desk and asked for a UV note checker and went back to my office and scanned the letter and I was surprised to see the words ‘body farm good luck’ he sold the body to a body farm and I thought what will be left
I decided to had the letter over to Detective Doyle I couldn’t handle having the letter anymore. I went back to my office and called Marcus and he said he would be there as soon as he could.
Detective Doyle came to me a few hours later and said ‘’he had called a few of the body farms and had a hit on University of Tennessee Anthropological research facility they said they can’t be sure but a while ago, a body turned up on the site that a few people hadn’t seen before but as they said bodies get moved around here all the time but they’ll get back to us.’’
I decided I better go home the state is was in I was no use here I put everything in my bag and just as I was leaving the phone went I dropped my bag and answered it, it was Texas State University-San Marcos Department of Anthropology they said they had received a report off a student and it described a body they had not registered but they would have to do more checks and they’d get back to me.
I went home it was strange Andy was looking for a job and Marcus was at work, I went upstairs got changed and went to make some food for when everyone got in and just as I was headed for the kitchen a letter came through the letter box on its own, I thought that’s strange, we had post earlier I went and picked it up it was addresses to me, who writing me letters?
I opened the letter and all it said was recognise anyone? In the envelope were surveillance pictures of Andy and jack one of them kissing dated when we were together and another one of them covered in blood and Andy holding knife and jack holding a gun. I dropped the pictures.
Later I went upstairs and got a magnifying glass and looked at them closely felling sicker and sicker the more I looked then I noticed just the bottom of a sign all I could make out was Anthropology centre. Andy helped Jack kill these people… then I thought did she help kill Callum?
I went for a walk with the photos in my pocket, I must of walked for about an hour then I got back and there was a cat sitting on my door step I walked up to it and said to it ‘’what you doing here?’’ I open the door to go in and the cat invited it’s self in. I went to the kitchen and found some chicken I had cooked for tea the other night I put it on a plate and gave it a bowl of milk and it tucked in I thought it must just be hungry but it finished that than sat on my knee so I check it for a collar and I felt for a microchip and nothing. It jumped down and walked over of my bag and pulled out my uneaten sandwich from work and brought it to me as if to say can I have it? This felt weird I opened the sandwich and held the piece of ham while it sat back on my knee and ate it, it finished the piece of ham and curled up on me and went to sleep. For the first time in hours I hadn’t thought about what happened today.

Just so you all know...

As a lot of my school friends are starting to find me on twitter i just would like everyone to know i do not reference twitter, my blog or anyone's blog on my facebook account as most of my friends are young and won't understand how i feel about writing and sharing some of the stuff i share on here and twitter. I am thinking of creating a new facebook account for all my lovely twitter friends where i can talk to you all and share what i want when i want, as i feel i get get judged on my current facebook account. I just like facebook me and twitter me separate i am not hiding anything from you and i hope you all understand. Please, if you have an opinion on this let me know.

Trouble.

-this one is a bit rough sorry-

We were in deep trouble Andy had my gun. I thought is it loaded? How much is in there? My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the loader going back… but to our surprise it was empty. She could of killed us! I turned to Marcus who just looked at me like he wanted to rip the gun from her hand kill her his self then he said to me ‘’I told you she was a handful, I’m sorry’’ After everything calmed down and we all sobered up we decided to go to bed. I needed sleep I looked like a cross between myself and a zombie.

I thought a lot about the future that night. I woke to my alarm the radio person said ‘’top headline, police run riot as super intendant is on where to be found.’’ I thought I know where I am? I’ve been at home and the hospital? But what bothered me the most was what were my police doing to run riot?! I decide to screw sick leave I was going back today! I can walk and talk to I’ll be fine. Marcus was still asleep when I was getting ready to leave he had taken a week’s leave for ‘family business,’ I packed my bag I tip toed around my room getting everything I need I got to the door. I looked at the list on the door, at the top was a little package and a little note that said:

I know you will go back to work without me knowing so, just so you don’t forget anything have you got your: gun, ammunition, ID, badge, pain killers, phone, radio, belt and purse?

Don’t do anything stupid,

Love Marcus

P.S. one of the cleaners is allergic to pollen so to I put some in a little bag for you.

I found a post it note and wrote:

Gone to work,

Love you lots, take care of your sister!

I locked the door and got in my car and drove to work. It was still early when I got out the car, I swung the door open and stepped out a cold breeze hit me like a glass wall, it was still dark. I walked in to work and up to my office it was still as I remembered it black and shiny! Just as I was about to open my bag on pour the pollen down the back book case Detective Jones came in and just said ‘’Jack is refusing to say anything until he can talk to you, I know you shouldn’t be involved and everything but he said he will tell us where one of the bodies is if you talk to him’’ i felt all powerful like I held the key to a million dollars when Detective Jones said ‘’please were begging you, were running out of time.’’ I thought for a moment. ‘’yes I’ll talk to him where is he?’’ I said, so Detective Jones drove me up to where Jack was being held, on the way he said where is that rookie you had driving you about I nearly very nearly said he’s at my house but I thought no you can’t say that I just said ‘’back with is training officer I think.’’

We walked in to this smelly place it stunk of urine and rooting flesh I felt a shiver up my spine as I as escorted to where jack was being held. I walked in to the room and Jack was sitting their he just said ‘’ I love you and under the red sculpture in Millennium park’’ I turned to Detective Jones and just said can I leave now?’’ he just said ‘’it’s up to you’’ Jack handed me this letter as I was leaving.

Should I talk to him or not? I thought then I thought he nearly killed me so I decided that was it no I never wanted to see him again or did i? I went back to the office, sat down and peeled the flap of the letter inch by inch I was desperate to see what it said.