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Miss-Beckie-Louise's Choice: Both (two different prompts)
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PicPrompt1 (Picture one)
Title: Murder at the Pool
I walked into the room to start my shift. I hate cleaning the pool, but I know it's a necessary job. I turned the surrounding lights on, so that there was enough light in the room that I could see what I was doing. When something white caught my eye. I looked out into the pool and dropped my mop and bucket of water.
There in the water was a woman, wearing a white dress. I didn't know what to do, I panicked. I fumbled around my body, looking for my cell phone. I pulled it out and dialled 911.
“What's your emergency?” A woman said on the other end of the phone.
“Help, I'm at work, there's a woman in the pool. She's not moving,” I rambled.
“Is she breathing?” the woman asked.
“I don't know, she's still in the water.”
“Okay, don't move her, where are you?”
I told the woman the pools address, and she told me that an ambulance was on its way. She stayed with me on the phone until I heard the sirens coming from outside the building. I clicked off the conversation, after thanking the operator and hurried the paramedics in. They immediately jumped into the water and guided her to the side where I helped them bring her out of the water.
They preformed CPR on her straight away and asked me why I didn't jump in the water and try and save her.
“I can't swim well and I don't know CPR,” was my answer. I hadn't been working here long, and being able to swim well wasn't an requirement, because usually there's a cover on the pool at night to save the water.
The police arrived not long after and questioned me, asking me pretty much the same questions that the paramedics had asked previously. They took the woman's body away and told me that they'll be in contact if they need any more information.
I was escorted out of the building as the pool was now a crime scene, so I phoned my boss to tell him what had happened. He didn't answer the phone, and that was highly unusual because we spoke daily and his phone was always on.
I hung up the phone and tried again, with the same outcome. I found this strange so, I managed to catch the detective and tell him my findings. He asked me the boss's name, and I told him. He said that he'll check it out and get back to me.
All I can say, is thank god I told the detective about the non-answered phone call. My boss was the person who killed the woman. I still don't know her name, but I found out that my ex-boss killed her for some drug problem. Who'd have thought that the person the runs a highly regarded gym was hooked on cocaine and heroine.
The investigation lasted four months, and in that time, I had become very acquainted with the people down the precinct. So much so, that I met someone. She was perfect in every way. I asked her to marry six months after we started dating, and she happily accepted. We were married not 12 months later.
In some ways, I was glad that it took me finding someone dead in a pool to find the love of my life, but in other ways, I hated that it caused one person to die just to find my wife, my soul mate. Each year that passes of the accident, I visit the old gym, and rest flowers at the door; for remembrance. My wife supported me for everything we've ever been through, and I could never thank her enough.
PicPrompt 2 (Picture two)
Title: Captive
I love swings, I love the way the air goes through my hair, the way I can hear it whistling through my earrings. Also, just being on a swing, the speed, the way you feel... free. It's a memorizing experience. I know that sometimes, I may seem too old for swings, but I've found that you're never too old to 'get back on that old swing' as my 'dad' would say.
As I swung, I looked at the picture. I saw kids playing in the sand with their parents, the tide coming in, and just looking at it, made me crave what I was missing. The freedom, the swing makes me feel free but it doesn't do anything else for me than make a feel a certain way.
When in truth, I'm captive. I've never known freedom. I've never really felt the breeze go through my hair. I'm constantly stuck inside of this room, it's black, with 3 huge pictures that are shots that my captor took not long after he took me. All I want in this world is to find a god and for someone to save me.
I've never heard my own voice, I'm constantly gagged, I get food through an IV that is hooked up to certain points around the room. I've never seen my captor, he always has a mask on his face. I know its a he because he constantly talks to me. He has speakers put all around the room and talks to me a lot. Whether it's to tell me about the weather, although I don't know what a sun is or rain.
I have to believe everything he says, I don't know anything else apart from he tells me. If he says what I'm doing is swinging, then I believe him, if he tells me I'm ugly, then I'm ugly. Although, I don't know what ugly means.
I'd love to be able to feel the rain, the sun, and anything else there is out in the world. I just have no idea of how to get out there. I heard the door opening, and someone sat on the swing next to me. Sometimes, my captor likes to sit next to me and swing when I do. He says it's to “bring us together” or something.
Only today was different, they didn't talk to me straight away like normal, they just swung.
Then, I heard the most wonderful words, “I have to let you go.”
Emotions I didn't know that existed burst inside of me, and I couldn't wait.
“It's getting too risky, to let you stay, we could move, but I don't want to take the risk. I have to. I'll miss you,” he said and unlocked my arms from the chains and took my gag off. My mouth was free, and it felt really weird, I needed something to quench the weird sensation. I was handed a bottle of water and I just looked at it. I didn't know what to do. So my captor lifted it to my mouth and poured the drink into my waiting mouth.
I found out that my first ever oral drink was water. I loved the taste, it was different, but very pleasant. My captor took me out of the room for the first time and into what I later learnt as a motorcar. He dropped me off at a building that had a red cross on it and inside there were lots of people wearing white coats.
I never saw or heard from my captor again, I found my living family, I had a real mother and father. I didn't know how to act, I was quiet all the time and I never ate anything. It was awkward and then I was sent to a place where they take care of people who have been in situations like mine.
My life got back on track, and I felt the rain, and the sun on me, and I felt the wind blow through my hair.
I was finally happy.
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