Identity B
I watched her gentle face turned all the colors of the lower half of the rainbow as I slowly tightened my grip on the yellow braided rope around her fragile throat. As she took her last breath, as her spirit left her body, I gently placed her in the rear of my new car, and drove off into the cool October night; I disposed of the evidence in the only water hazard in Bell Gardens Golf Course. Sure, they’d find it eventually, but by then I’ll be long gone.
The woman’s frantic voice was garbled, as the reception in the trunk of the gray honda civic was less than ideal. “Help!” she whispered, “He’s kidnapped me, and I don’t know where he is taking me!”.
I sighed as he placed the latest transcript back on the oakwood desk. “He’s done …show more content…
Identifiable by the wallet in her right inside jacket pocket. Looks to be the work of him again.” Lately in Bell Gardens, the crime rate had skyrocketed. The usually still town was bustling with police activity. Bell gardens was the home of an unidentified serial murderer they called Jack, after Jack the Ripper, another unidentified serial killer generally believed to have been active in the impoverished areas of London in 1888. This most recent victim was a young woman that was a frequent of the office. “She was a nice girl, very soft spoken. Why …show more content…
It’s been a long engagement, I proposed on our fourth anniversary of dating. This is the longest relationship I’ve ever held. At age twelve I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and the strongest effect that it’s had on me is my inability to make personal connections in my other personality. I do wish that I didn’t suffer from this disorder, but I do. The only treatments that I am currently undergoing are meds. I don’t like the side effects though, so I must admit I don’t take my medicine as often as I should. As far as I know though, I haven’t switched to Identity B in a few years, but I’m not
I watched her gentle face turned all the colors of the lower half of the rainbow as I slowly tightened my grip on the yellow braided rope around her fragile throat. As she took her last breath, as her spirit left her body, I gently placed her in the rear of my new car, and drove off into the cool October night; I disposed of the evidence in the only water hazard in Bell Gardens Golf Course. Sure, they’d find it eventually, but by then I’ll be long gone.
The woman’s frantic voice was garbled, as the reception in the trunk of the gray honda civic was less than ideal. “Help!” she whispered, “He’s kidnapped me, and I don’t know where he is taking me!”.
I sighed as he placed the latest transcript back on the oakwood desk. “He’s done …show more content…
Identifiable by the wallet in her right inside jacket pocket. Looks to be the work of him again.” Lately in Bell Gardens, the crime rate had skyrocketed. The usually still town was bustling with police activity. Bell gardens was the home of an unidentified serial murderer they called Jack, after Jack the Ripper, another unidentified serial killer generally believed to have been active in the impoverished areas of London in 1888. This most recent victim was a young woman that was a frequent of the office. “She was a nice girl, very soft spoken. Why …show more content…
It’s been a long engagement, I proposed on our fourth anniversary of dating. This is the longest relationship I’ve ever held. At age twelve I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and the strongest effect that it’s had on me is my inability to make personal connections in my other personality. I do wish that I didn’t suffer from this disorder, but I do. The only treatments that I am currently undergoing are meds. I don’t like the side effects though, so I must admit I don’t take my medicine as often as I should. As far as I know though, I haven’t switched to Identity B in a few years, but I’m not