ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG (the serial killer crime thriller to read this year) by George Helman

Author:George Helman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: NSNB & The Book Folks: suspenseful crime thriller publishers
Published: 2014-08-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Dave woke up feeling woozy. They must have given him some strong painkillers. He could hear a voice.

‘Tell Mum I love her,’ it said.

That was Stephen’s voice. They must have found him. He must be here. Dave opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He looked around him. His mother was sitting by his bed.

‘Where’s Stephen?’ he asked.

‘I’m sorry, love,’ she said. ‘He’s dead isn’t he. He died a long time ago.’

Dave pulled off all the wires attached to his chest. He pulled the drip out of his hand. It didn’t even hurt so he must be on heavy stuff. He got out of bed.

‘Where are you going?’ asked his mother.

Dave didn’t reply. He wandered all around the room, checking under the bed, in all the corners, then he opened the door to see where the voice was coming from.

‘Alright Inspector?’ asked the police officer outside. He scratched his chin embarrassed.

Dave looked down to see his hospital gown wasn’t very discreet.

‘Thanks for your hard work,’ said Dave.

He shut the door again.

‘Where are you Stephen?’ he thought to himself.

‘I’m in your head,’ he said.

Dave sat back down on the bed. Stephen was a voice in his head. He must be. No wonder he couldn’t find him. He felt panic run through him. He knew about voices in the head. That was for mad people.

‘Stephen,’ he thought. ‘Don’t ever tell me to kill someone because I won’t do it.’

‘Why would I? I’m just here to see Mum.’

Dave looked at his mother. He could see new worry lines on her face.

‘I’m OK,’ he said to her. ‘But I think I’ve gone mad.’

‘Is this to do with Stephen,’ she said.

‘I can hear his voice in my head,’ said Dave. ‘Don’t tell anyone will you?’

‘I would love to hear his voice again,’ she said.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Dave. ‘I could hear him in the garage, when I was tied up. I only just realised it was me being mad. I thought he was alive.’

‘We need to get your head seen to. Maybe a psychiatrist could help.’

Dave sat back on the bed. As he did, a nurse came in.

‘Ah, that’s why we’ve got no reading,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry us like that.’

Dave waited as his blood pressure was taken. The nurse reattached the heart monitors and the drip.

‘What’s in the drip?’ Dave asked.

‘Pain relief,’ said the nurse.

‘I don’t want it,’ said Dave. ‘I need a clear head for the investigation.’

‘I don’t think you’ll be going back to work any time soon. We need to make sure you’re OK.’

Dave sighed. He tried to remember if he’d mentioned Stephen when he came in. It was best to pretend his voice wasn’t there.

When the nurse left, Dave looked over at his mother. He realised for the first time what she must have gone through when Stephen died.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I’ve worried you. And I’ve brought it all up about Stephen again. I’m sorry.’

‘Stephen is never far from my mind. I think you’re just grieving David. You haven’t grieved.

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