Alright, lets get the warning out of the way. This one is more mature it's a twisted love story and there is depictions of murder and blood.
On to the explanation: This will be formatted a little interesting because the original jumps between the trial and memories. Also this concept came from a song playlist so if you notice similarities to certain songs you are probably correct.
-Rose B.
Killer King
Trial of Jonathan Morris, charged with three accounts of first degree murder and four accounts of accessory after the fact.
He takes a seat at the witness stand, and smooths his navy blue jacket. The whole courtroom watches him. The cameras that were flashing at the back of the room are still as he looks at his attorney.
"Mr. Morris can you explain the relationship between you and Ms. Jackson."
He gives a faint smile, "You make it sound like the relationship was simple."
"Just explain as best you can."
He takes a deep breath, "We started off just like any other couple. I met her at a bar, got to know her and we started dating. For a while things were normal, but then she started leaving in the middle of the night. After a couple night of waking up without her there, I followed her. I don't know how long the sneaking out had been going on until I noticed, but there was no hesitation in her movements as she grabbed her shoes and purse before slipping out the back door."
The bar was a dump, but it was on my way home from work. All I needed was a drink, I didn't care about where it came from. Being a reporter following the police around on every case got to a person after a while and the only cure I found was drink. I knew when she walked in that she had a story. She only gave the bar a cursory glance before she sat down and ordered a gin. Despite the horrible lighting, I felt drawn to her. She hadn't said a word but I caught hints of color in a world I thought was mono-toned gray.
I tried to interact with her, but she ignored me. She wasn't there to pick anyone up and only wanted a drink. When she came again, i gave it another shot. For the first time since I was a teenager I borrowed the persistence I used in my reporting, and didn't give up. It took several encounters in that bar before I finally got her to smile. Once she smiled, she slowly opened up. She never said what she did or where she lived, but I didn't care i just wanted my life to feel a little less Noir.
When we went to her apartment for the first time, I couldn't imagine leaving her for the dreary tones of my precious life. She brought to much color and music to my life and I was addicted. Her apartment was only slightly cleaner than mine but it was bigger with sparse amounts of furniture. the grandest sight of the apartment was the back wall of her living room. It was all glass and looked out onto the city. At night, lights from the city glittered like stars. That first night I stared at the fake stars until she pulled me into the bedroom.
