Wrath

My name is Kate Horsedale, this is my story .Not sure where to begin so I’ll start with the night it happened.

The phone rings, it makes me jump. I knock over my glass of water as I try to find the lamp. I lean over the bed to reach my phone while taking a glance at the clock: its 2.00am in the morning. Who the hell could it be at this hour?

‘Hello’

‘Is that Miss Horsedale?’

‘Yes who the hell is this?’

‘We need you to come down the hospital right now; it’s about your sister.’

‘My God what’s happened? Tell me damn it.

‘There’s no time, you need to get here right now and we will fill you in when you get here’.

‘Ok.’

I stare at the floor and sob my heart out. Come on, Kate, you need to get your act together and get in the car. I grab some leggings from the floor and throw a jumper on too. Grab my keys and bag. Stumble out the door in a daze. It should take 20 minutes to get there. I jump in the car and the adrenaline kicks in and I am doing 60mph down a 30mph road and going through red lights. I don’t care; I need to get there to my sister.  Everything flashes through my head: what if she’s dead? No, I shake it off. I can’t think like that. She’s going to be okay. I dump the car in the hospital bay. Somebody shouts at me.

‘Hey, miss, you can’t leave it there’.

‘Yes, I can and I just did, asshole’.

I run off to the reception. I barge in front of a man and elbow him out of the way. ‘Where’s my sister, Lindsey Horesdale?’

‘Hey, I was here first go back to the queue like the rest of us.’

The nurse tries to calm us both down and from nowhere my fist hits his face; he stumbles back and lands on a chair.

‘Security!’

“It’s ok, Nurse Jane, I will deal with this. Miss Horsedale come with me.’

My hand looks red and I shake my head. ‘No, where is my sister? I am not going anywhere until someone tells me where the hell she is.’

Suddenly I hit the glass window in anger, glass smashes all over the floor and I just stare in amazement. What have I done, I am so angry and frustrated I just want some bloody answers.  The doctor stares at me. 

‘Don’t move, I need to get bandages and wipes for your hand’.

I stare at my hand as it drips with blood. It’s the same hand I hurt when I smacked that guy. I don’t feel any pain at all; my body begins to shake with anger.  I look up: security men are running towards me, they try to rugby tackle me to the ground. I jump out of the way and one of them manages to grab my foot. I look around and grab the nearest thing to me. I hit him over the head with the chair.

‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, STOP RIGHT NOW!” the doctor is standing looking at me with his mouth wide open. I put the chair on the floor and the two men stagger from the floor.

‘She’s ok, she is with me, her sister is very poorly, she’s obviously very upset and out of control, she is hurt. I will sort her out and she won’t be any more trouble, will you?’

The security guards look at me in disgust and walk off.

I look at him and nod my head. I don’t feel right and I start to  drop to the floor:  he grabs me, picks  me up and takes me  to a clinic room .

‘Let’s get this hand sorted so you can see your sister. You truly have anger management issues’.

I laugh.

‘Right, you need to calm down  before you go  in.  We are going there now but I need to talk to you about your sister’s condition. You can see her now but she is in a really bad state.’

I am about to walk in the room when, for the first time, I notice there are police all over the hospital. What’s going on? I then see my sister lying in the bed hooked up to tubes and her face is all bruised.  I run to her and hold her hand, sobbing. I raise my head and realise she’s on a life support machine. She lies there so lifeless. She does not look like my sister.

‘What happened doctor?’

‘The police want to talk to you but I think you should stay here with your sister for a while’.

‘Why, she’s going to be ok isn’t she?’ I grip her hand tighter.

‘Lindsay’s in a critical condition, she has lost a lot of blood. She was shot four times: once in the chest, back, back of the head and leg.’

‘What?’

‘We took her into theatre to get the bullets out and to operate. She has brain damage and major internal injuries.  Lindsey is not breathing by herself and there Is no brain activity. She can no longer hear, Kate, but you have to make the decision to turn the life support off: if you do, it will be a matter of minutes.’

‘I can’t believe this. WHY HER?’

I put my head in my hands and think. I cannot let her suffer, she is my only sister. Why did I not come to see you sooner, I have been so wrapped up in my own life.  ‘You can turn it off, but first, I want to talk to the police’.

‘Ok. I will get them, Kate.’

‘Is it Kate? I am Detective Jones and this is Detective Beans.’

‘Yes it is.’

‘We would like to talk to you outside.’

‘OK. ‘ 

I kiss Lindsay on the cheek and follow the detectives to the corridor where they sit me down.

‘Kate, your sister was murdered. This is now a murder investigation’.

‘Who would kill my sister? .Everyone loves her. She’s the good one.’

‘Are you sisters?’

‘Yes, we are identical twin sisters. Why?’

 ‘That makes sense now, they must have made a mistake, Detective Beans’

‘What do you mean, mistake, SPEAK TO ME NOT EACH OTHER!’

‘Sorry, we have evidence that suggests that you were meant to be the victim not your sister.  They thought Lindsey was you.’

‘What, what evidence?’

‘We can’t say right now, it is only speculation but a witness has just come forward, that’s all we know . Do you have any enemies, Kate?’

‘I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS. I NEED TO BE WITH MY SISTER!’ I scream and run off towards her room. The doctor is there, ready to turn off the life support machine.

‘Are you ready, Kate?’

Yes, please, leave me for a while.’

He unhooks her mouth piece, turns off the machine and walks out the door. She looks more like Lindsay now, without all the tubes.  Oh, Lindsay what have I done? It should be me lying there, not you. They will pay for this; I won’t stop until I avenge your death. With that, Lindsey takes her last breath. I just lie next to her, cuddling her, sobbing and shouting with anger and frustration. They will pay, even if I have to kill them with my bare hands.

This is the day my life ends. I shall find out who did this and kill them with my bare  hands.

I run to my car. I notice a note stuck on the windscreen. I grab it and throw it in the front seat. I drive home as fast as I possibly can. I finally get there. I run out of the car and as I get to the front door, it’s wide open. I shout, but no-one answers. The house has been ransacked. I run to the bed and move the mattress and the rest out of the way. I run to the toilet and find a knife and get on my hands and knees and rip the floor boards until .I get to a wooden box and pull the key off my necklace. I open it, and there sits my revolver and black book. I grab the book. Right, I had better start at the beginning. Now it is time to find out which one of you maniacs   killed my sister.

I grab my bag and notice a note stuck to it. I reach for it and read it:     

‘I know what you did; you are completely out of control Kate. IT WAS YOU.

What, what the hell, I did what?  I read the letter over and over again.  It does not make sense. I run out to my car I have not got time for this, I need to find the bastards who killed my sister.

There, standing by my car, are Detective Beans and Jones. I move the gun into my bag and head towards them.

‘Kate, you need to stay where you are.’

‘Why?’ I am so angry right now; get out of my way I need to go. I see something moving in the back of the police car.

‘Kate, you’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with us.’

The car doors open and the doctor from earlier on is there and someone else is there in the shadows. I put my hand on the gun.

What’s going on! Are they really the police or are they the ones who killed my sister and they’re now going to get me? I start to panic and I can feel the adrenalin all over my body: how the hell could they do this to me.

‘Kate, you need to take your hands out of your bag and hold them up, come on Kate, we don’t want anyone to get hurt.’

‘I bet you don’t, you bent coppers.’ I spit at them and pull the gun out of the bag. I can feel my anger surging and my finger presses down on the trigger. Out of nowhere I am thrown on the floor and I hit my head on the grass.  I feel like I have been hit by a bullet.

Someone runs out in front of me, he looks familiar, I look up and oh, my, it’s Jeff. Oh, how I love him. 

‘Kate, why did you do it? I loved her you bitch, you were always jealous of her, you always wanted what she had but you were nothing, you’re mental Kate.’

‘That’s enough, Mr Wellington, she’s not well, we need to take her in and examine her.’

What, I don’t get what’s going on, I look up and it’s the doctor from the hospital.

‘We need to question her first doctor.’

‘Ok, but I am coming with her.’

‘Ok, Kate can you hear me?’ shouts detective Beans

‘Yes, you asshole, get this thug off me and what the hell is going on?  What is Jeff going on about?’

‘Kate, you‘re under arrest for the murder of your sister.’

‘What, me, no you got the wrong person, someone is after me, they wrecked my house and look at my book it has a list of my enemies in there.’

Detective Beans grabs my book, and looks through it, while the other Detective goes through my house.

‘Sir, the house is fine, it’s in perfect order, but I think  you need to see this.’

They pick me  up and  take me  into  my house and there on the walls,  are photos of Lindsey and  Jeff but  Lindsey has been scrubbed out. On every photo it says die in big red writing. It says I am going to make you pay, bitch.

‘Kate, there is nothing in your book; the only enemy in there is your sister’.

What’s going on, then like a whirlwind, I am furious and I shout:

 ‘I am glad she is dead. She deserved to die.