Attempted Murder

Denna berättelse är författad av Zacharias Brohn.

Hi, my name is Josefine and I’m going to tell you a mystery story which I’ve been a part of.

It was this chilly night walking home from a party. I could see a person far away who was standing under the street light, not moving a single muscle, just standing there. I fell to the ground and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again the only thing I could see was a blurry vision. Rubbing my eyes, I was surprised when I realized that I was lying in a hospital bed. It was cold, I thought to myself, although the doctors were sweating. My eyes started gazing at the door, no one was there but I knew that there was someone there. A week after that, or it at least felt like a week, my sister came to visit me at the hospital, she brought flowers. She said to me that I had been at the hospital for almost three weeks but the main reason that she came to visit me was to say that they had found a suspect, I asked who it was and she answered, Jonas, my ex.

When I had recovered, I went to Jonas’ house and knocked at the door. I could hear footsteps inside the apartment but no one opened, I knocked again, but could hear footsteps, I gave up and walked to the elevator when finally Jonas opened the door and told me to wait, my body was completely frozen, not moving a muscle. My inner voice told me to turn around and walk to the door. So I turned around and I saw my sister, Madeleine. The second I saw her I asked her what she was doing in Jonas’ house. She only said that they were searching for evidence. So I asked if I could help them, but apparently it was only for “professionals”. The time was about 23:49 I was really tired so I went home. I had a lot of thoughts on my mind since I didn’t have anything else to think about and one of them was that I had to go see my sister and talk to her.

I woke up at 15:40. Madeleine had just finished work. The bus left at 15:59 and arrived at 16:23. Walking up numerous steps was bad but running up the stairs was horrible! Once I was on the floor that my sister lived on I walked up to the door, twisted the doorknob and surprisingly it was not locked. Maybe she was expecting me? I don’t think so though because we hadn’t talked in weeks. I tiptoed to be quiet but that didn’t work out so well, why does everything have to be so louder when you try to be quiet? Anyways, the sun was really bright in my eyes I almost couldn’t see anything. I screamed out her name to see if anyone would answer… no one did. I realized now that the television was on which scared me. I heard that someone cocked a gun in another room and my sister walked to the threshold, she pointed the gun at me. There was a tear on her cheek but no expression on her face. We were standing there for almost twenty minutes. Maybe it wasn’t twenty but it sure felt like it. At last, I closed my eyes because I knew that this was the end. Of course, that was when everything happened, she screamed and fired the gun.

At last, I opened my eyes again because someone pulled me backwards, I couldn’t really figure out where I was or who pulled me but I was sure that I wasn’t in my sister’s apartment anymore. When we arrived someone helped me walk when I realized what was going on. The police asked me many different questions.

After about ten hours of talking to the police and my friends on the phone, I could finally go home; I was longing for my soft bed to rest on and just go to sleep. I can’t remember anything more from what had happened other than that I haven’t had anything exciting happen in my life after that.