blood stains on the floor

Today started out as it usually does. I ran the standards for meth, cocaine, alprazolam, ecstasy, and hydrocodone on the mass spec as usual. We taped up some evidence boxes to go back to the Fort Worth lab. That's always fun. But then the phone rang, and guess what?

Crime scene #2.

In a nice apartment complex in Mansfield, a 31-year-old woman was found dead on the floor of her bathroom. It was pretty much an open and shut case of suicide by gunshot wound to the head. She had a nice apartment, and her tastes in interior design, books, and art were so in common with my own that it really creeped me out. This case wasn't nearly as bad as the man in the creek last Monday. She looked asleep, and I kind of halfway wished that I could almost see her breathing as she lay there slumped against the wall. The blood was everywhere, dried and peeling on the floor. A semi-automatic Llama 32 was fully cocked in between her legs, grazing her right hand. It was a shame, because she was really pretty and young, and from what I could gather by looking around at her apartment, she had a lot going for her. I think that this case is bothering me more because it was almost as if she was the older version of myself. She really did look like me, and it was just uncanny. What really bothered me was the cell phone (same exact one I have) on the floor at her feet ringing incessantly, probably worried friends/family. It was rough when a friend of hers came to the door, expecting the deceased to answer, only to find police, detectives, Tom and myself there. She was asking who we were, where her friend was, and what was going on.

Tom and I took photographs with a 35mm camera, measured various distances between walls, found the bullet in the back of a closet (it went straight through the wooden door), and looked at the bullet trajectory. It was good experience for my upcoming career, nonetheless.

I went straight from there to physics class and managed to barely survive through the entire 4 hours. Nothing was making sense, like what the hell a resistor is and what it does, whatever a farad is, etc. I was definitely zoning out. Not enough sleep or food will do that. All I ate today was 2 waffles, a yogurt drink, a Zone Perfect bar, and a Powerbar.

I didn't run today, needless to say. I was so completely exhausted that I was seriously wondering if I'd make it back from class alive and in one piece.

Going to happy, blissful sleep time now.