Day 63: Okay… I’m lost… D: (Sunday)

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10 Years Later…

Snowy and windy. That’s how the odd day began. The day full of tears, anger and confusion. Lucky for me, the only goddamn thing I felt was confusion and a bit of sadness I guess. The only reason I was thrown into this goddamn situation was because someone in the office called in sick and I was thrown into the case. Damned John and his damned cold. Anyways, the case came from the chief himself. He came into my office and told me all about it. I still remember his goddamn phony TV-host voice, it annoyed the hell out of me. “This Caulfield family called in. Said their son came home and trashed the place and left. Go find out what happened. You never know. A raise might be on the horizon.” I knew there was no raise on the horizon and I knew that his voice didn’t match the magnitude of the situation he had just tossed at me. So, I headed out to my car after waving at the dozens of phony assholes in the office. They truly disgust me. Waving their badges around like they are some kind of big deal when all we are is glorified babysitters. I mean honestly, all the work that we get is helping old ladies and saving cats. Nothing interesting. It’s all nice and dandy sometimes but it gets goddamn boring most of the time. This case sounded like it would be much of the same. A idiotic teen comes home and rips apart a home. Why? Probably something stupid. Drunk teen comes home and gets in trouble? Likely. But goddamn cliché. If only it was something like a nutcase coming home and finding out he’s being sent to military school. That would be the day.

I pulled into the driveway of the house that the chief told me to. It looked like hell. The door was on its goddamn hinges, the windows were broken, and even the goddamn garden was destroyed. I stepped out of the car pretty cautiously, almost as if the kid was still around. I even scanned the area, just to make sure. Then this amazingly phony woman ran out of the door. She was weeping like hell. If she wasn’t weeping like that and was a bit younger, she might have been quite a knockout, but right then? Not so much. She started screaming at me about the kid. She was crying so goddamn much it was hard to understand. But I caught most of it. She said the kid was a psycho, that he had just got out of the coo coo house when he came home to find out that his brother was in the hospital. Dying. Damn. I felt for the kid. The woman then went on and on about the brother. She said his name was D.B and that he was a writer in Hollywood. She talked about how good of a kid he was and all. To be honest, this wasn’t helping me one bit and it bored me. “Uhm. Ma’am. Focus please. What exactly happened?” Her sobs stopped and she suddenly spoke pretty clearly. It’s things like that that make me think people are phony. When they are going crazy one minute and are perfectly fine the next minute. That annoys the hell out of me. Anyways, she started to explain it all. They had expected the kid, Holden, and were all in the living room. Small family. Mother, father and daughter. Daughter’s name was Phoebe. She was supposedly close to Holden. They said that Holden had come in with a smile on his face, (she said that that was rare for him), and they all felt that he was definitely better. That the mental institute had helped. They made little talk and had a little moment as a whole family. But then they told him about D.B. They had to and… he flipped out. Ripped the damned place apart, all the while screaming about the usual stuff. “Why not me?!” and all that. “He continued on like this for about 10 minutes and then he just stopped. After he had killed my petunias… he stopped.” She spoke softly, almost like she was some phony psychic. Channeling the spirits and all that. “He came back in… and handed Phoebe a letter. And then he just left…” She wiped at her eyes with a little handkerchief. “Ma’am. May I see the letter?” She nodded and slipped back into the house. She took her damned time. I glanced down at my small I.D. The name Nathan Hermanson was rubbed out so it was something more like, “N han He ma son”. My sullen face stared back up at me. Finally the phony mother came back. This time she had brought a girl with her. Phoebe. She looked terrible. Her eyes had huge bags under them and her clothes were dirty as hell. She had obviously been crying. The two of them said nothing and Phoebe held out her hand. A paper. I grabbed hold of it and peered down at it. A scrawl of letters were seen upon the paper. Water spots blurred some of the words but it was legible. Seems that Holden was crying when he wrote the damn letter.

Dear Phoeb:

I’m sorry Phoeb. I can’t be around you guys like this. I’m a goddamn mess. I know I’m not like anyone else. I’m a nutcase. I can’t be fixed Phoeb. The docs here can’t do anything. They let me out cause I was a lost cause. I don’t know what to do Phoeb. D.B called. He told me all about being shot down in Hollywood… I told him that Hollywood was no good for him. Anyways, anything I might do when I come home… it’s all to give me a reason to leave. Forever. I’m gonna find some cliff Phoeb… I’m gonna catch those kids. That’s all I have going for me…everything else has gone wrong. Everything has gone damned wrong! Allie’s gone, D.B’s leaving and I’m losing my mind. Just… stay the same Phoeb. Live. Don’t go nuts. Make Mom and Dad proud. I couldn’t but you can. Phoeb. Just… stay a kid as long as you can. Growing up is damned hard.
Sincerely,

Holden Caulfield

I stared down at the letter, amazed. “Ma’am. I’ll take some stuff back with me and we’ll keep in contact. We’ll find your son. I promise you.” The daughter and mother were too busy crying to care anymore. I had changed from the damned fool that I usually am, to the professional police officer that I’m supposed to be. Before leaving, I waited with the family until the clean-up crew came. They all were pretty shaken up and I couldn’t learn much more from them. Once the crew came, I drove straight back to the offices. Everything seemed different. The phony assholes were all quiet and weren’t in anyway assholes. The Chief didn’t criticize me. And the queerest of all, I felt sad. I sat at my desk. Holden… he’s just like me… he wrote just like me… and look where he’s gone… My thoughts were broken up by a phone ringing. “Hello? Oh hey. Hm?” It was the cleanup crew. They had found Holden. Sadly enough… there was no one around to catch him. He was gone. And I could end up the same.

I seriously am doing terrible. D: I don’t even get where I am with all of this. D: This isn’t going well. D: I need to get back in this. I feel badz. D: I am definitely in trouble for this. xD As in, punishment trouble. All after I figure out what’s going on of course. Hehe.

So. I think this is supposed to be Sunday’s post… and I still have to write Monday’s…

NOW. ANOTHER STORY! THIS ONE IS BY CLAUDIA. : D

Once up on a time, there was this queen that was a total bitch, and no one liked her. She yelled at everyone to bring her food. Telling them they were worthless people only alive to cook and bring her dinner. The queen ate and ate and ate. She was a fat ass, her life as a queen was based on eating anything she can get her hands on. Some people could have sworn they’ve seen her eat her own young ones because she was so hungry one day.

Then the people of her kingdom decided to do something about it and made a plan. They bought and cooked for her all the food that she had ever wished for. Getting her bigger and bigger, nice and plump like a big juicy tomato. months and months passed by. They fed her freshly made pies, scrumptious cakes, and dishes with the smell of such scrumptious food that would make your mouth water the instant you smelled them.

Finally, the day came when she was so big she didn’t fit in hallways, or could walk though a door. So she would just lay in bed and have her servants take her her food to her room.

The servants all got together with the people in the queens kingdom and when into the queens gigantic room in her castle and slaughtered the queen.

That night they baked the fat queens body in a gigantic oven laid down with a apple in her mouth like a cooked pig. They ate and they ate until there was only bones left. They danced the night away and then went home. On their way out of the castle the Kingdom people highfived the servants for their great successful plan and they lived happily ever after. The End. :]

I MUST BE OFF. Needta sleep. D; Night guise.