A Different Kind of Perfect: Chapters Three-Four

*A Different Kind-of Perfect was born of a dream I had in 2015, the dream was so vivid, I knew this was a novel I was meant to write.

Chapter Three

Sergeant Whitney , put me more at ease, because she had a gentle Motherly way about her. She was in her early forties who must have fought her way to the top in what seems like a man’s world even today. She seemed intelligent, compassionate and personable though, which I was grateful for. I did not want to be spoken to like I was a statistic instead I wanted to be treated like a person and thankfully Officer Whitney treated me like the person I was.

I showed her the threats and the copy of the police reports that I had made and even admitted that I believed it was related to the Release of A Different Kind of Perfect just a few weeks prior. Speculating that they had wanted to let the media storm die down, before they tried to do something. Talking about what happened to me was harder though, even writing the book had been difficult. I tried to hide the abuse for years, until I had actually fictionalized it.

“I wish I could give you more answers Sergeant Whitney but honestly I didn’t see anything. All I know was I was shot through the window, someone must have drove by, but nobody saw anything out of the ordinary that day. “
“It’s okay Celeste, but you may remember little details as you heal.”
“I’m afraid I will never heal.” I said, allowing myself to feel sadness for the first time in days.

“I get the impression you are a strong woman, even if you never walk again I have no doubt that you will heal emotionally. Don’t let whoever did this to you make you their lifelong victim.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me I am only doing my job. We are going to do our best to catch the person who did this to you.”

“Thank you.”

I was exhausted after talking with the Sergeant, both physically and emotionally. I could not help but wonder if I would ever feel “Normal” again. I certainly did not want to go through life feeling exhausted all the time. Growing weary simply from having a conversation.