All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Not A Complete Coincidence
“Gerard, come look at this.” Frank shouted from the small den. Gerard was making coffee in the kitchen.
“This better be good. I need my caffeine.” He yawned, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Frank. A dark crime scene was pictured on the television screen, along with a female reporter.
“A gruesome scene was found last night in a city alleyway in Newark, New Jersey.” The woman said into a microphone. “A pregnant woman was brutally murdered near a local bar. She was identified as twenty nine year old Laura Hodgson. There were no witnesses to the crime. The woman was found with two cuts going up from the sides of her mouth to her ears. Her abdomen was sliced open, as was her uterus. The unborn child suffered a fatal stab wound to the neck, as well as the same facial slices as the mother. There are no suspects thus far, as no evidence was found to lead police to the culprit.” The camera switched over to an interview with the bartender.
“Yeah, her and another woman were fighting last night. I never did get a good look at her face, though. I think her hair was kind of dark. Oh, and she was calling that one who got... you know... murdered... Allison! You said her real name was Laura, right?” The camera switched back to the reporter.
“Police say that though the action was suspicious, calling someone by the wrong name might’ve been a simple case of mistaken identity. This has been Ashley Klear for channel five news.” Gerard and Frank looked at each other, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
“Do you think someone-” Frank started
“No, it couldn’t be. Any decent person would call the police if they found out about us.” Gerard interrupted.
“What if that person is like us?”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” They said, quickly dismissing the fact that someone was coming to join their murderous spree. They both knew what was going to happen, but they both lacked the knowledge of who. They were scared for their lives just the slightest bit. If someone out there might’ve known your secret, you’d have a small amount of fear too, no? Gerard got up off the couch and went back to making his coffee, which tasted just a little bit more bitter than usual.
“This better be good. I need my caffeine.” He yawned, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Frank. A dark crime scene was pictured on the television screen, along with a female reporter.
“A gruesome scene was found last night in a city alleyway in Newark, New Jersey.” The woman said into a microphone. “A pregnant woman was brutally murdered near a local bar. She was identified as twenty nine year old Laura Hodgson. There were no witnesses to the crime. The woman was found with two cuts going up from the sides of her mouth to her ears. Her abdomen was sliced open, as was her uterus. The unborn child suffered a fatal stab wound to the neck, as well as the same facial slices as the mother. There are no suspects thus far, as no evidence was found to lead police to the culprit.” The camera switched over to an interview with the bartender.
“Yeah, her and another woman were fighting last night. I never did get a good look at her face, though. I think her hair was kind of dark. Oh, and she was calling that one who got... you know... murdered... Allison! You said her real name was Laura, right?” The camera switched back to the reporter.
“Police say that though the action was suspicious, calling someone by the wrong name might’ve been a simple case of mistaken identity. This has been Ashley Klear for channel five news.” Gerard and Frank looked at each other, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
“Do you think someone-” Frank started
“No, it couldn’t be. Any decent person would call the police if they found out about us.” Gerard interrupted.
“What if that person is like us?”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” They said, quickly dismissing the fact that someone was coming to join their murderous spree. They both knew what was going to happen, but they both lacked the knowledge of who. They were scared for their lives just the slightest bit. If someone out there might’ve known your secret, you’d have a small amount of fear too, no? Gerard got up off the couch and went back to making his coffee, which tasted just a little bit more bitter than usual.
