Woman was
killed brutally last night. That is the headline of the newspaper
yesterday. “Man, crime is something that
we cannot stop”. Nolan, the police officer breaks the silent with reading the
headlines of the newspaper. “Yeah, but
it is our job as police officer to prevent this right?” I said to him. As a
police officer, it is my job to prevent the crime happen in this city. “But look at it man, the woman was killed
with something sharp. Something like…..” “I think it is a screwdriver.” I said.
“How do you know?” “Policeman instinct,
I think”. Murders happen all the time.
But lately it has become more frequent and it always made as the headline on
the newspaper. Well, that is not surprised because it is some kind of the
biggest crime. People want to read about that stuff. But what makes me feel
shiver is like I know the details of that case even if I did not hear it from
other people. I think that I have this
kind of sixth sense or something. I do
not know but this sixth sense thing help me with handling this kind of
case. But, although I had this ability,
I could not find the culprit.
“Hey
Michael, want to go grab some lunch?” Nolan comes to my desk with a smile on
his face. “I think I pass.” “Man, what
is wrong with you? Tonight we have to patrol the city, so before that at least
can we go grab some lunch?” “Nolan,
please. I do not want to.” “Something is wrong with you man, I think this past
three weeks you act a bit strange. You
not like yourself.” Nolan said to me and then he goes away. Well, I think he is
right. Lately I feel like I am not myself. Something strange always happen to
me. Like when I wake up in the morning, I am not on the bed. Sometimes I woke
up sitting at the chair and anywhere else.
It is strange and I feel this kind of aches in my body like I just
finish running 5 Kilometers.
At that
night, I get into the police car with Nolan and we start patrol the city. Nolan
does not talk much. I think he is still mad at me because of this morning. We did not talk at all at that time. We just patrol the city, then I see this one
man standing at the side-line and he just stares at us. When I look again at him, he disappears.
After almost two hours patrolling the city, our shifts finish. I reach home and then without taking off my
uniform I fall asleep on the bed. I had a terrible dream that night. I was like
chasing someone and then killed him with a knife and he is the man who I saw
last night. Then, this morning when I wake up I am sitting in front of
television with my pajamas. I remembered
that I did not change my uniform last night and I fell asleep on my bed. Then,
I walk to the basement and I saw blood is all over the places. I look at the blood and try to find where the
blood leads to. When I check behind the
cupboard I see a body and the body belongs to the man who stares at us last
night. The man is not breathing. Who is responsible to this? Is it me? Is it me
who kill this person like my dream last night?
If it is true then am I who responsible to all of murders in this city?
Like the woman who was killed brutally with a screwdriver that night? I also
dream about that woman night before the murders took place. I feel so confuse. Then, am I a sinner?
