It's Often said that we are most alive when close to death . I can testified to the truth of that . Specially, in this case being

resuscitated after being tidied up and thrown into a River. Is no joke! Stil I could not see him and I am sure it was a him . The voice and posture leaves, no room for mistake. He had meant to kill me . Of course when asked that exact question of what he meant to do with me? I said it's obvious dumb ass ! He meant to drown me to death . Stil this case keeps getting weird and weirder . Let's go back to the begin of this case . Back into October of last year and the beginning of the downfall of I detective Maria Pierce.

Normally being widowed meant having no social life but Unfortunately, my friends did not left me to pity myself or drown in self misery. Even suicide was out of the cards now. So I Just spent my days with friends And found myself content with Taking care of My 12 year old daughter, Anna . Looking for trouble as a modern female detective in the police force with a psychology degree can offening lead to disastrous results . Something like now, as my daughter and her friends are butchered on My front porch No suspect in sight this horrifying site leaves me hysterics, but not surprised after earlier after the Threatening message earlier at the crime scene. The sins of the parent often visited him upon the child 1000 times. Or some crap like that. like a quote from the Bible or some devilish scripture. my hysteria has not cleared even after the Clean up crew begins to arrive . Beginning to clean up the bloody scene on my porch. Oh shit I thought As I threw up everything in my stomach. Dry heaving with a start nose and red eyes.Damn it damn it fuck my poor daughter is gone . This evil had violated, the safety of my home and taken everything that had kept me together. In heart and head I feel dead in this dead end. Truly I spent months often researching the references in the notes Found at these crime scenes . It paints a grim picture of a oacult obsessed literally nut with a gruesome, sadistic hobby. Some may think me mad when I said this but I truely feel like he's following me . He's in my snake . Like A parasite all consuming.a illness . A Cancer routing from within. Determination and grief. A true Horrifying combination for a detective and psychologist from the FBI . But what could truly said but go to Hell . Mentally evaluations doctors and psychologist will not heal this feeling this rotting from within That is slowly killing me . Pushing My boundaries away and towards a Street jack in a hospital. But this is a little much detective Pierce shooting a suspect running away said the voice in the back of my head . The killer within . This dead end is the beginning of my rebirth . Who said death is the end was wrong this is just the beginning bitch . Digressing A little bit . That was around November luckily, the internal investigation went nowhere and we were nowhere closer. To founding the asshole with too many notes . Sadistic bastard . When I found him or her I will Cut the head off of his shoulders and bash it in repeatedly. Stil a Detective is slowly being turned into a killer and a killer being hunted by the killer detective what a mockery of the justice system this makes.

Blood is offen said to be The source of all life and creation . But as often is the case life is not fair . Not at all . Cruelty is offen the way to easy Success . Something everyone wants in life. A easy ride to a easy life in the fast track. I digress once again . What in the seven names of hell am I supposed to make of this message. Given how messy it is Completely coding the wall in blood the Perpetrator clearly was in a hurry. Stil what's so tasty about blood . The words spread on the wall . Damn it Detective piercer get it together . Oh how Delicious the murderer thinks his both a philosopher and a poet . I never knew being both could seem so seemless . Mixing and blurring the moral ground that people in Society often walk. This shit is just the begin of more I feel it in my bones. My bones are rattling with laughter . Am I going mad ? Detective Pierce thought . Am I even detective Maria Pierce anymore when I can found such morbid or more like madness mixed with the light in the dark so delicious and funny that it's swallowing me whole . Oh well things can't get worse . What with my daughter dead my husband, nowhere in sight my life as a Life, long, lonely detective is pretty much written in stone . Still I wonder who coming up with the written words wall . It sound like close to something I heard before. I can't think of where and when . Sleep and memories often mix . Like insane amounts of drugs and alcohol .