I like to wake up in the morning to Bachata en Fukuoka. Despite not understanding Spanish I find the tune pretty catchy. I almost turn off the alarm when I decide to leave it playing. Not because I wanted to keep listening but because I couldn't find my phone. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My hair didn't look too bad. I have thin hair so it wasn't thick enough to get tangled. Well, too tangled anyway. Nothing I couldn't comb through. I did my hair in the usual side braid. I have a friend who always said it looked like a shrimp. I still get a chuckle out of it. Well, I digress. I put on my uniform and looked for my phone. It turns out it just fell in the cracks of the bedpost. I got in my 2010 Kia Soul and started driving to the station. It was six fourteen in the morning but there was a fair amount of people on the road. It took me a little longer to get there then I would've liked. But not too late to get me in trouble. I got to my desk with my Consultant already in a chair she probably pulled up from someone else's desk. Lillian: what is there to really say about Lillian. She's probably one of the hardest people to describe. Definitely not physically though. She's 5'6" dirty blond hair and big green passionate eyes. She's funny like how Larry the cable guy's funny. She's not. She can make jokes (preferably dad jokes) that get a somewhat-chuckle from a couple of people in the room. While she's just laughing her head off. Nobody says anything though. It doesn't bother anyone. It's actually quite comical. "We have a new case, an interesting one in my opinion." She says with something someone might be able to consider a smirk. "Oh, do we now?" I say like that wasn't my job. She jingles her keys in front of me. "We're actually going somewhere?" I say humouring her. We drive to the scene in mostly silence. get to the crime scene and I observe with the Forensic scientist Lorenzo taking pictures with the flash blinding me for a couple seconds. Lorenzo Glass, I hate his guts. He's just a jerk. That's it. He gets away with anything. Mostly because he works in forensics but that's not the point. He manipulates people too. He could probably rob Lillian's house and convince her he didn't. But sadly it seems we have a shooting at a movie theater. But the strange part is. They decided to shoot not in the actual theater but in the popcorn line. But to make this stranger. This girl in particular was shot inside the girl's bathroom. "Lexi Morning, '5'2". Was here with a friend Edith Hughes who was in the popcorn line when she, Lexi Morning. Got shot once in the chest. And another time in the shoulder. She bled out long before anyone got to her." Lorenzo said. "What about Edith? Was she shot in the line?" "Nope, she's waiting to be questioned." "Wait, why is she being questioned?" Lillian asked. I was a little confused by this question. "Well Lillian, we need to know what she saw." "I know that i'm not an idiot. But everyone saw something different. Depending on who you ask the shooter could've been a petite female or a bald man." That question makes a lot more sense now. "Well I guess we just focus on the majority of what the witness's saw." "Or.." Lorenzo started. "We could talk to the person who knows the shooter." "Who knew the shooter?" I asked. "Lana Ram, she came in here yelling about how someone was going to shoot up the place." He concluded. "The bad news is she got shot, first. About five times. Fell into a mild coma." "Well that's just great!" "But, we're not even sure if she really knew the killer." Lillian said. "Doesn't matter, we have the murder weapon." "Well that would've been nice to know that earlier." But little did I know, I was about to meet someone who knew too much. And i'm not talking about the case.
What a strange sound. I think to myself. What is it? It's like. A heart monitor? That can't be right. I wake up and indeed see a heart monitor next to me. "What the-" I say with a hint of shock and confusion. Why am I in a hospital? Did something happen? I think for a second. I don't remember, anything actually. A nice looking lady which I assume is a nurse comes up to me. "Oh, wasn't expecting to see you back so soon." she said in a calm quiet voice. "What?" I said. She could see the lost look in my eyes. As she proceeded to say: "You were caught in a shooting." She looks at me, most likely hoping something would click. Nothing. "Some homicide detectives would love to talk with you. Not now obviously but, maybe tomorrow once you've had time to clear your head." Why couldn't she understand? There was literally nothing in my head. She walked away clearly not sure of herself. I just sit there. Wondering what i'm expected to do. I see a phone on the small desk next to my hospital bed. I use the face recognition to open it. "Well I guess that means it's mine." I say aloud. I click the app with the little camera on it. I look through pictures. Of people I don't recognize. Maybe this dude is my boyfriend? The day passes. I get some visitors. A lot actually. The dude from the picture actually turned out to be my boyfriend. His name is Alec. He has cute floppy hair and ghost pale skin. Not sure if I forgot what my type was but it sure seemed like it. Some girls came too. Catching me up on whatever happened in the last couple hours. I don't think I missed much. Some dude was accused of sexual harassment by some chick who was upset that the dude sponsored her competing brand. Long story short. The dude didn't do anything and the 'some chick' was lying about the whole thing. There was a little boy that came by along with a couple who were most likely my parents. But the next day. "Lana, the detective will see you now." said the same lady. The cop walked in and sat down. I recognized her. It was weird. She wasn't in any of the pictures. I knew her name, her relationship status. Everything. "Teresa!" I shrieked without thinking. "Hello..?" She sounded a little confused. I was probably just as confused as her, probably more. "How's Junior?" That's her pet guinea pig. She looked really shocked now. "He's..well-uhh.." "He's fine..?" There was a silence. "Um, witnesses say you ran into the theater screaming someone was going to "shoot up the place." Is that true?" I remained silent. You see no body actually knew I didn't remember anything. I played stupid. Which probably wasn't a smart idea. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "So you didn't?" "I don't know! I don't remember anything! I just woke up here then all these people I don't recognize start telling me how worried they were about me!" "I'm freaking out!" I half-shouted. "But you remember me and my guinea pig's names?" She said a little suspicious. "I don't get it either detective." She sighed. "I'll be back in a moment." She got up and walked out of the room. I have no idea why I only remember her, and her guinea pig's name. But what I do know. My name is Lana Ram. And I have a boyfriend named Alec and a sweet little brother. If only I could remember his name.
but,We drove back to the station after collecting evidence and such. Me and Lillian waited for the fingerprint scan. And when they came back it led us to a man named Jace Doelling. After tracking him down we went to his address. I knocked on the door. "Jace Doelling NJPD!" I yelled at his front door. "We want to talk to you about the murder of Lexi Morning!" He didn't answer. We just decided to kick the door down. "NJPD!" We turned and saw what appeared to be Jace Doelling on the floor with a note beside him. I almost picked it up to read it but Lillian slapped my hand away. "Fingerprints!" She yelped. "Right.." I said. "No signs of struggle." She said. "No signs of anything." I replied. There wasn't a murder weapon or anything in sight. "We would have to do an autopsy to see if he overdosed or something." I'm assuming the note next to him was a suicide note. This doesn't make sense. I mean. It was too easy. Maybe he just got lazy. "I'll call Lorenzo over here." Lillian said as she walked to a different room. My phone started vibrating in my back pocket. It was a phone call from the hospital. I answered and a calm sounding women said: "Hello, is the NJPD?" "Yes ma'am." "Okay, the witness you wanted to speak to has woken up. Surprisingly." I was a little take aback because I thought Lorenzo had said it was a mild coma. "Oh, interesting. When will she be available for questioning?" I asked. "Sometimes tomorrow should be just fine." "Alright, thank you." I hung up. Lorenzo showed up a little while after with the rest of the forensics team. He took some pictures and gave me and Lillian some forensics gloves so we could read the letter. "I'm sorry about what I have done to everyone at the theater that day, sorry if this is a little sloppy I just want to get this over with and end it all. I don't know why I did it I wasn't mad I had nothing against anyone in that theater. I was just filled with rage and hate for the world and everyone in it. So furthermore I deeply apologize. To all the families and loved ones who where hurt because of me. To anyone who I may have hurt in general. I'm sorry. That doesn't change anything but, i'm sorry.." It seemed a little sloppy for sure. But nothing suspicious. I still decided to talk to Lana just so she could verify that Jace was the shooter. Once I got to the hospital Lana was sitting in bed. "Teresa!" She shrieked. I was pretty confused. Maybe someone told her my name and she is passionate about first impressions. "Hello..?" I said sounding as confused as I felt. "How's Junior?" Ok, i'm sure no one told her my guinea pig's name. "He's..well-uhh.." I had no idea how to respond to that. I mean how on earth could she know my guinea pig's name? I've never met her in my life. "He's fine..?" I was silent for a moment. And so was Lana. She looked just as confused as I did. But she also looked a little, lost. "Um, witnesses say you ran into the theater screaming someone was going to "shoot up the place." Is that true?" I asked. I watched as pure confusion washed over her face as she was looking at me. "What are you talking about?" Did I seriously drive over here to verify with someone who has no idea what i'm talking about? "So you didn't?" I asked with a little annoyance showing in my voice. Then all the sudden, she started shouting. "I don't know! I don't remember anything! I just woke up here then all these people I don't recognize start telling me how worried they were about me!" "I'm freaking out!" So she doesn't remember anything about the shooting? "But you remember me and my guinea pig's names?" I have to admit I was a little suspicious. "I don't get it either detective." I sighed. "I'll be back in a moment, I said." I walked out of the room and walked over to Lillian who was in the waiting room. "Lillian, how do I begin to explain this?" "Start from the beginning." I swear she cracked up at that one. "Lana, doesn't remember anything at all. But she knows me probably as well as the back of my hand." "But, I've never met her.." Lillian's jaw dropped. There was a long silence.