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It was hot and damp all she can see is his body, Stanley he's gone, dead. There was blood staining through her body, through her clothes. Its all she can see all she can smell, see.The thick metallic stench threatens to smother her very existence. She's standing beside Stanley right before the gun will go off, she can save him. She can do it, she just has to run faster, dig deeper. With a last sprint towards Stanley, she jumps. But she's falling, the concrete is dissappearing, the house is swirling into a mess of dark blues and greens. Everything is dissappearing turnig into a blotchy disarray of the once normal house. She looks up and Stanley was already shot his blood creating a outline of his body and with his last breath utters," It's your fault Pippa, you're the true murderer". Pippa shoots awaken thinking she truly had a chance to save Stanley, but of course she didn't, Pippa is alive and Stanley is dead. And she would have to live through every agonizing dream, thought, nightmare because she had watched someone die because she needed to know, to investigate, she's the reason he's dead.If only justice was a real thing because then she would have been shot as well. In her childhood bedroom where every single one of her investigations had taken place, she was sweating she felt as if she had been chased and threaten to half her life but deserved to die, wanted to die, but couldn't stop running out of self preservation. She hadn't been getting sleep, this was one of the many nightmares ever since she had seen Stanley get killed. And tonight was no different, she had forgotten what it was like to be alive. At this point she should be lying next to Stanley in his grave, there would be no difference a corpse, and a husk of a human. She climbs out of bed, her legs almost collapsing when hitting the floor, she reaches for her pills because she knows she won't ever have peace again and she's not brave enough to actually die so this will have to settle.