100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 78: Darkness II
A Month later, Central London
"GET OUT." This was the words that came out of Sam’s mouth, "I said, GET. OUT." she repeated when she didn’t feel anyone move. There were at least 3 people in the room with her, a nurse, a maid, and Elle Hart.
Sam’s heart pounded against her ribcage, and the blood ran amock in her system. She was pissed. Very.
It started all started when Elle took the bread knife out of her hand, whilst she was trying to make her own PB&J just seconds ago. Now a plate had been thrown from her hand, breaking into pieces on the floor.
She slammed the glass in her hand against the floor huffing.
The Nurse, Maid, and Elle stood in anxiety, they had noticed the slow change in her mood, but they had not seen her this angry, especially Elle, never like this.
Sam gritted her teeth, turning towards where she knew the three was standing.
"I know I’m blind, but have you all suddenly gone deaf?" she asked them.
"Or are you just too stupid to understand and follow a simple rudimentary instruction? I said, GET OUT!" she screamed, shaking out of anger.
Ekle moved to approach her,
"Sam..." she started trying to calm her, but it drove Sam further into madness.
"I SAID, GET OUT! ALL OF YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I DON’T NEED YOU! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" She was yelling furiously now.
She hated it, she hated that nobody seemed to listen to a word she says, just because she was blind. Have people assumed she became completely useless and downright stupid that nobody listens to a word she says? Do they assume that her state of mind was lost with her sight? It angered her. She was completely mad now.
It was a simple request "I wish to be alone." Do they not understand such simple words? Or has she lost the ability to be understood? Everyone seems to be doing it, assuming, thinking they know better than her.
Has she lost all mental prowess, that people think they know what is good for her? And is incapable of making her own choices?
Or even incapable of making her own bloody sandwich?!
She has had enough.
She has had enough of being treated like she was completely helpless.
Yes, she can’t see, she knows that, how could she forget? Every morning she hopes she’ll see something, a smudge, light, a color. Just a speck of hope.
But no, every morning when she opens her eyes have the same view when she closes it.
She cannot see her own face, her own hand. She cannot put her own makeup, she can’t see if she got the same pair of socks on.
Or does her lingerie match?
But she wasn’t some bedridden cripple who had to be fed through a tube.
She can learn it.
She can adapt.
She can survive, go on with her life, go on where? She doesn’t know. Her life had been destroyed. What forensic pathologist can’t see?
Her ability to differentiate, identify people’s genes.
Her so-called photographic memory with a 100% accuracy rate.
Her long list of appendages, training, hard work over the years now...all lost.
No more murders to solve.
No more killers to identify.
No more Dr. Samantha Gray, Director of Forensics.
It all came crashing down, and she realized she was no one now.
And tears flowed down freely.
She was no longer needed.
She was no longer wanted.
The phone doesn’t ring to ask for her help anymore.
She will never go through any case ever again.
And she realized, right then, she didn’t matter.
Not to anyone.
She had a maid and a nurse who was there because they are paid.
And she had a spy for a best friend.
She can’t help anyone now.
Apparently, she can’t even make her own sandwich.
How can she solve a murder?
Just when things were good for her, when she had more than she ever thought she needed.
A friend that could keep up with her. That could understand what dedication really was like. She lost it in one single night.
No more deductions night.
No autopsies.
No more...Levi.
She can’t visit him anymore, she had nothing to offer. She was the Director of nothing. She didn’t have cases needing solving.
The loss filled her and it turned to rage.
She hated all of it. She hated the attention.
She hated the pity. She hated the;
"Would you like to eat?"
"Would you like to talk?"
Yata yata yata.
If she was hungry, she’d eat.
If she wants to talk, she’ll talk.
If she wants help, she’ll ask for it.
And if she wants to make her own bloody sandwich, she’ll make it!
But no, she had to be treated like a toddler who doesn’t know better. She had to be handled like she was some fragile vase and anytime she may break or hurt herself.
"We just want to--" Elle said but stopped suddenly when Sam threw the cookie jar, breaking it when it hit the floor.
"GET OUT. I don’t want any of you here," Sam emphasized.
"You are all fired," she stated firmly.
Elle scowled,
"Sam, I am not just your PA. I am your friend," she spoke calmly, gesturing for the others to leave and the two exited the premisses.
Sam scoffed,
"Yes, I know. Report to my brother that I fired you. Now get out of my house before I call security and have you dragged out." she said, clenching her teeth in anger. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Elle stiffened, she wasn’t aware she had found out. When and how she doesn’t know, Anna has kept her secret, Levi she knew wasn’t one to poke his nose in someone else’s business either.
"Sam, I--"
"I DON’T NEED YOU. I DON’T WANT YOU HERE." Sam yelled furiously, turning her back and walking towards her bedroom, and she knew it her exit looked pathetic.
She was walking so fast she was afraid she might fall or hit something.
She was shaking.
She was afraid.
She was rarely afraid, now she was afraid she’d trip and fall.
She grabbed the phone, feeling Elle follow her slowly behind.
"Security. Get Ms. Hart out. Remove all clearances. I don’t want her on my property." Sam said, slamming the door closed.
Elle stood there by the hallway on the other side of the wall.
"Ms. Hart, please follow me." One of the security said from behind her.
"Don’t touch me. I don’t take orders from you." the brunette said.
"I take orders from her, and we are ordered to remove you from the premises." the burly man replied.
Elle glared up at him,
"I’ll remove myself. Thank you," she said walking out.
