Is it possible to live life without dying as a monster or will I be able to die as a good human being? I have sorted through this answer for many years but unsure of myself that if it is possible. I've done millions of things wrong in life but I can't face this mistake. It's impossible to appear to live as a good person while knowingly understanding that you've done something terribly wrong. I've been long overdue for death because months ago I hit rock bottom. How could I've been so selfish thinking that this is....is how life should be on a daily basis and that's how my mother imagined it. Frankly, I must task you with this special job...

     I read that quote in my notes out loud to myself a dozens of times and may the speaker understand that its an impossible known fact to imagine that she would be innocent. To whom was the speaker speaking to and what is there to solve? Many questions that will never be answered due to the two witnesses had long went on a beach ride off into the sunset. My partner chuckled at me with a weird look of the terribly beautiful imagination that resides in his head. I nodded up at him but, yet, why weren't words coming from his mout to fill my ears?

     "What is that smug look on your face, Jamie?" A smirk rose so silently and invisible that it was barely noticed without for the piercing dimples unmasking themselves.

      "Excuse me, Ms. Riley?" I carefully repeated my words, watching his movements that were extremely unnoticeable without the careful spark of his dark, big cherry eyes. "Oh, nothing. It's just why are you looking into this? This case is a generation old with no sign of a suspect. It's just clueless why you're ruining your life by spending time on this useless case."

      "Jamie, why are you being so outrageous? You've reviewed my whole life a billion of times, yet, there is no sign of you deciphering the truth of the hidden message that lies underneath of question." He studied my words carefully as I studied his psychological mind. "If you must know take a look inside this file," I threw it harshly at him waiting for his mind to begin exploring.

                                 The Unfeigned Patterson Case

     "On March 1956, young and helpless, Suzie Patterson was yelling in toture at the realization of what laid in front of her. Suzie was fresh out of school with a doctorate in dentistry but one single flaw laid with her beautiful body image. Every guy drooled on her as she would walk or talk to them, but her stability of life was chosen to the unluckiest life possible. On that beautiful spring day, she laid out on the fields of sand of the unique, secret holding, Sandshoe Beach.

      Danergously, her laughter of joy shot through her mouth as she enjoyed spending time with her familly for the last time. The sun shone down on the poor woman who of all things was looking for her childhood that was so deeply hidden. The ocean roared, with the saltiness that it so viciously hides in its desirable beauty. Suzie's family looked as bad as she did but their excitement was shown on their faces.

      MaryAnn Patterson, the least plentiful, particularly had the stench of a rotten oyster and her dark eyes were the most frightful thing imaginable. The skin of this woman was the palest of pale you'd ever seen but her veins were scary. Meanwhile, MaryAnn's hair foced her appearance to be like a homeless person. I the distance her old husband, Jack Patterson, was begining to drift away. He was scrawny for his height, and his face shone out in that of curiosity. His rotten teeth were perfectly noticeable by the wide smile, and his eyes were wide with a shockekd expression, and there was the same skin tone as his wife and Suzie held.

      Suzie's younger siblings had the most enjoyable expressions on their faces but their stench of oysters reeked almost as bad as their parents. Charlie and Lucille seemed to be the most kind out of the five. As you could see in pictures, they both had the black hair with bright sunshine eyes, and a freckled pale skin, which made them easily identified as identical twins. Their eyes were closed as the sun shone too bright on their poor faces and from the waist down their bodies disappeared in the sand. As the end of the day, you can see from a picture of the family that they were beautiful and sane." He finished the file and his eyes opened wide as he saw who the officer was assigned to the case.

       "Officer Isabella "Bella" Smithson of the Sandshoe Beach Department," I stared down briefly. "She arrived at the beach witnessing Suzie plaing in the sand with her family to whom she murdered months before. Her mind wouldn't let her process that they were dead until Officer Smithson brought it to her attention. The only thing that was said between the two, was those that I would quote a million times a day, and yet there was small value to them.

     This woman, who was a mother, had the same sanity as Suzie Patterson, which was none. Knowing that her young sister had killed the rest of the family, she was tormented with distress. No one knew that the two were related until years later. Bella Paterson Smithson didn't want to face everyone with her backstory so she simply made her death be another murder, sending Suzie to the nut house and her only daughter to a distubed orphanage. My mother sent me to the orphanage because she couldn't bare to have the knowledge that everyone knew, who she really is; a coward. To this day, that quote, her last words, will forever leave me without sanity.