Obsession [145/500 words]
That indescribable feeling of knowing you're in danger, yet you still want to continue on and feel the thrill of the rushing sensation burning you up inside . . . Being a freelance private investigator provides Keeley with this amazing adrenaline which fascinates her so much. The aspect of being paid to discover others' secrets and track things and people with the possibility of risking her own life is something she finds to be an exciting lifestyle she'd never trade for anything. Once one job ends, she immediately gets on the task of finding the beginning of her next client for her next job, always longing for adventure and fast-paced living and never wanting to take a halt, ever. Even if it means she doesn't make friends or lasting relationships or the fact that she doesn't get to see her family anymore . . .
Story [200/200 words]
“Hey . . . HEY! Please here me out, I can pay . . .”
A hushed voice was hissing at me from around the corner of a graffiti-ed wall.
If not sure how, but I found the voice familiar.
I swiftly ducked behind to confront the speaker, hastily pulled my dark hood over my ears, causing my neon fur to go dull in its shadow. You couldn’t tell it was me.
I found myself facing a female plumerian, much older than me, shaking frantically. Her sunken eyes were sad and her nose was twitching in a terrified manner.
Before I could say anything, she snatched onto my hoodie strings and pulled, causing me to surge forward without warning. “What―”
“I-I need your help, please. Find my daughter. She’s been gone for so long . . . I can’t find her . . . not a single orphanage or foster home has her . . .”
Panic sets into her voice as her eyes dart everywhere but my face and I quickly reply back.
“Miss, just show me a picture of your daughter . . .”
The moment I see the tattered photograph, I realize . . .
That’s
me.
