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Note: This is a work of fiction.
As I drove towards my home, my heart started racing as everyone was surrounding my house, from police to neighbours. My first thought was that someone robbed my home but if they did, surely, I would have received a phone call or something from my alarm company. “That is unless they managed to disable the whole system,” I said to myself as I got closer and closer to my parking space that was filled with people; some who are journalists.
“What’s happening here!” I shouted, demanding from some sort of an explanation from anyone. “Who are you?” someone asked, to which I immediately replied, “The house owner,”. “It appears to me sir,” some policewoman said to me. “That someone living with you is trying to kill herself,” she said, pointing towards the woman who was standing on the balcony. “I live alone,” I said, while nervously hoping that someone would just climb up or something to prevent her from jumping. “What are you doing here?” I asked, irritated. “Get up there and save here!” I yelled while people around me stared.
“We have been trying to get in,” she said as I opened the gates and unlocked the doors. “Get in quick!” I shouted at the cops who was still looking around, some were even just chit-chatting around. Being someone who deals with suicidal thoughts myself, I knew that the woman would jump, hoping that help would arrive – help that was never there. Checking the CCTV cameras, I could see that the woman climbed up easily to the third floor and then on top of the roof, all thanks to the design of the house. “It’s for safety reasons,” the real estate agent told me. What she failed to say was that it’s for robbers too.
As the policewoman stood beside me as I skipped forward the video, we could see that the innocent woman has been standing there for more than an hour before someone finally spotted her. Since the cameras didn’t come with the ability to record voices, we couldn’t make out what the person said, not that it mattered.
As I reached the present time, I saw that a policeman or a detective was talking to the woman, probably trying to convince her not to do it. After half an hour, everyone started to feel confident that she wouldn’t do it. She held the hands to the detective who came closer to her as it seems that she finally agreed not to do it. Without warning, and to everyone’s horror, he pushed her off the roof before jumping himself.
The policewoman and I ran outside as we saw the two couple lying on the ground. I might be hallucinating but I was sure that the detective was still moving. Of course, I decided to stay in a hotel room that night because there was no way I could live in a house with blood on the gates. After hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. It was about three in the morning that I heard someone knocking on my door.
Being half-awake, I couldn’t think straight and opened the door. In front of me stood the woman who was pushed down by the detective. Her face was filled with blood and parts of her brain was literally dripping onto the ground. “I shouldn’t have done it!” she exclaimed before letting out the loudest scream that I have ever heard in my life. The next day, the hotel staff found me lying in front of my door, unconscious. I knew that it wasn’t just a part of my imagination.
To be continued..