The Earth of mist ch1,2&3

Chapter 1

It was a normal morning. Nothing sexy about it. He wakes up suspicious before he's ready to go to work. Six years, he's been working in the same place, just a salesman. As in the case of him living alone, he thought of his only friend's suggestion for a successful relationship with a girl he had just known. The light rain was with him in the morning, the day ended anyway, and he didn't care that there were eyes on him, nothing worth caring about. In the evening he sat in front of the television watching a movie. He remembered his father in a disturbing way because he loved that actor, he could not continue to watch because it upset him.

I remembered the words of his mother when he was a child. He always wore that necklace around your neck and tried to say, Mom, I don't like her, but her looks stopped him. Remember the irony of some people at school, What is this necklace, Are You a Magician? His mother always echoed to him, It's the portrait of a saint who miraculously gave birth to me.

Since he returned from Paris, not remembering where he had forgotten the necklace, he began to think that the image of that saint was effective. His life has become a nightmare.

He decided to go and run that evening. It was a surprise decision for him a while ago he didn't care about weight. At first he felt he was barely breathing. He caught a glimpse of the shadows appearing and disappearing but did not care.

He suddenly got scared while the shadow was out there somewhere, thought he'd turn around and come home but damn curiosity made him. He's usually a very uncurious person who never makes a problem and lives a very boring life. But this is one of the rare times he will regret very much later. But he can't change it. Sometimes he wishes to go back the boring way he was before he saw what he saw that night.

That morning she woke up nervous from the menstrual pain she had the most last night. In addition to examining the earnings of her own restaurant, fast food was never good that month. You need more time to think about it. She remembers that she doesn't have to fail at this because it's the last thing her damn mother says I'm also a success, not a failure, like you made everyone think I was.

She chose to cook and she chose to serve meat in her restaurant. Unlike her mother, a scientist who loves math and science, she was below average at school and was ashamed when her mother read her grades. At first she accused the school of failure and insisted she put her in a better school. But her tendencies did not improve. She still dislikes science and mathematics. While her father was an FBI detective, but he was always busy working, did he think her like a loser? Remember, he once told her that she was a pretty girl who was convinced that he didn't think she could be a detective or with criminals. She thinks because he's afraid she doesn't want to think he's like her mother thinks she's a loser. On Father's Day she sends a Christmas card, but she refuses to tell him about her life. He knows where she works, but he has never come to visit her. She thinks one day she will come while she runs one morning. A light rain falls on her head. I forgot for seconds the size of her debt and felt slim.

I watched her eccentric neighbor from afar. She knew he'd been stalking her for months, but she wasn't ready for a new relationship, and then suddenly Gilber left for another town trying to get out of it. And besides, that neighbor wasn't her type, he looks older than his age. He does not care about his appearance or body condition. Twice a week, he comes for a quick dinner at her restaurant before he leaves for his apartment alone. And he does not forget to look closely behind her and feel her well.

Her strange neighbor's body was in the mud as he fell into that mud pond. She couldn't get away, even though her mind had warned her not to. But she was walking to her destiny

How did you suddenly appear in front of him like this? He's been trying to talk to her for months, but he knows he's bad looking and no girl would go on a date with him. He wanted to scream no, he's not okay he just buried a dead man; he wanted to tell her he's not a murderer and he doesn't understand how he did what he did. I helped him get out of the mud pool while he followed her around like a lost child who didn't know what to do now.

It was like a dream she helped him get to his apartment, watched him watch the place like he wanted to make sure something you didn't know. I asked him a third time if you were okay. I thought when I came close and helped him, it wouldn't have been better if she had kept her way. I watched her watch being late for work. I grabbed her phone and sent a quick message to Jenna as soon as she got there. I watched him pass like a hypnotist into the bathroom. As you heard the bathroom sound, I sat on the couch. Her mind has deliberately forgotten what debts she has to settle within a month.

He watched her leave quietly, tried to thank her, but he didn't. He knew she thought he was crazy, and as she walked away, he wanted to tell her what happened. Someone had to know. Remember the words of the man if he tells anyone he will be the new victim. No, he can't imagine her magnificent body having happened to that guy who just dumped him.

When she left, he headed for the kitchen to eat everything he could find. Imagine his father's face after he learns and visits him in prison his immigrant father from the East dreamed of becoming a doctor, but he failed him and he couldn't get into college. Although his father would have helped him with money if he did and went to medical school, all to see his son fulfill his personal dream because his father failed to become a doctor in his own country. Many things he inherited from his father that he did not love. The same eye is the color of the skin as one person. Now he comes to visit him in prison and sees his bewildered and failed eyes in his eyes. While no one will be able to help you. Only his mother would grieve, as she preferred to stay and not run away from his father who knew her badly so that she could stay with him. If she'd gone, she couldn't have taken care of him.

chapter 2

Another day of work he woke up to an urgent call inviting him to go to the crime scene. Dressed in his work suit, he would ask himself if he still loved his work as he did 20 years ago. Or was he thinking of leaving field work away from the bodies of people who might have done nothing wrong with their lives, only to end up being disfigured by the hands of psychopaths?

Along the way, he looks forward to his only daughter Christine's birthday card, which she always sends him for Father's Day. He can't describe his relationship with his only daughter, but he feels sad. In the interrogation room where he once meets teenage girls who have strayed, probably because there was no one near them. When Christine left home at the age of 16, she disappeared for ten years. He knows nothing about her and only waits for her to come back and call him. He won't tell her that he has a box of his own with her drawings while she's still in kindergarten. After her disappearance she became a painter and moved to Paris. When she returned, he was surprised to learn that she had become a chef and had a small restaurant of her own. When he hinted at her asking, she got mad at him without talking. He's not responsible for seeing her own mother about her mind. He always saw her as a pretty, smart girl, but she never had the occasion to say it right.

He had to forget about his daughter and his bad wife. As they looked closely at the body, they told him it was a 40-year-old Caucasian man, severed vein marks on his neck, scattered bruises all over his body. He was tortured for at least three hours before being slaughtered in this way. He exchanged quick notes with his business partner, Mary, apparently dragging the body to this place. From the look of him, he believes he is a modern, untrained assassin, probably killed out of revenge or perhaps for money. His wife comes close to examine the body. She's a medical examiner who first identified her 25 years ago at a similar crime scene. The killer was a teenage junkie who was killed to get money and buy a new dose of drugs. She didn't care about him and continued to record her notes that had not been the same man for her for many years. Perhaps everything was destroyed after their only daughter had let her go, and he betrayed her when she found out that their daughter had chosen to write to him on Father's Day and ignored her. She became jealous of him and no longer liked to approach his body. But she never admitted her failure in her married life because she was never wrong. Nature had given her all the intelligence needed and the ability to be special in her work. She is ranked as one of the top three criminologists in the country. And you will not succumb to the mistakes of others. What happened to their daughter was the result of a mere pampering of her and the wrong choice of her first school.

That morning he waited for his friend Peter Sammy to come to work, but he didn't come, tried to hold his anger down, spoke to him before, and told him the friendship was out of work. He has known Peter since high school and they both never make it to college. He knows that Sami's dream is to go to Paris and learn to paint there. But he left for three months and returned with a total failure. He doesn't care about his body or anything he does. If he hadn't helped him find a selling job, he would have been homeless. He did not plan to go to college; he wanted to become his own employer, which he managed to do at the age of 30. He married the girl he loved and met in church, Dina, with whom he had two daughters. Peter became an endless burden until Dina thought of helping him. To get to know the owner of the fast restaurant and his neighbor, whom I got to know by eating breakfast at least once a week with her. And exchanging some words he knows about religion, she can find a conversation with any woman in the world. If she likes it, she can turn her friend over the years, this is his wife. He only befriends Peter, who has been a major failure over the years. Both were children of immigrant families from the East, but unlike Peter's father. His father did not pressure him in his choices; he encouraged him to do what he loved to make him happy. He had a strong relationship based on friendship, and Peter secretly envied him and he knew it. He remembers his tongue when he suggested he work for him at the shop selling. He regretted those words very much as he watched his overall job performance a month.

chapter3

When he finished his bath, he tried to convince himself that what happened yesterday was a nightmare. No, he didn't see that body or help a stranger get rid of it for doing something like that in the first place. He tries to think that Christine has come to his apartment, which is positive however he can go now and talk to her and thank her for his help. Hey, did she see what happened? She doesn't seem to have seen something that might have fallen asleep on the road. Basically, he's been sleeping on and off for a few months. He feels his mind is confused He has repeatedly tried to apologize to his friend Amjad for the job. Good thing he hasn't fired him yet. If he did, he would have lived homeless and never returned to his parents' house. It's better if he disappears and doesn't see his parents looking.

He had to go to work first and apologize to Amjad Majid, the employer. He feels ashamed that his only friend trusted him and let him down. He is the first one who encouraged him to travel to Paris, learn to draw and realize himself there. But Majid doesn't know what happened to him there. He remembers it and doesn't want to talk, no one will understand him. Sami thought that painting was the only thing he was good at doing in the world until he met him. His teammates at Atellian were both training and aspiring, but John was different. His feathers are hard, strong, and he compares them to his feathers. When she gave John the handsome, the manly, even the painting that Peter loved. John took it for what was not so special; he withheld food for days while painting to create a little painting that was better than John, but he couldn't always defeat him. He remembers his teacher's comments about his work, while standing in front of John's work in awe. He wanted to beat John, to accept him, to be beaten by the curse. In the end he had to go back and leave Paris and John, the painter he discovered was never made for him. It was imperfect, and John is something that neither Majid, nor his father, nor anyone else would understand.

The phone rang Peter awoke in panic and made sure that he was on his couch at home approaching the phone that he was his father. He chose the best time to talk to him.

Peter, did I wake you up?

He quickly retorted, after seeing his watch was running out of time, saying, No, Dad, I have some private business. Father: So have you started the private business you were talking about before? Peter tried not to get excited and said No Dad, it's a private business for Majid. Okay, is Mom okay? Dad, in a good irritating voice, you remember it. He was a little silent, and he answered narrowly: She is sick, as I told you, waiting to see you. Try not to be late. You can see her after you finish your work. Of course I'll come see her soon.

Remember the last time I went to see his mother, she wasn't sick yet. I asked him when she was getting married? Have you found a girl yet? Not yet, she said, "If we were in the east, I would have a girl for you." He hastily replied to change the subject. I know my mother, my cousin. She said, "What do you think she is a beautiful girl and she has not yet married?" He asked her, "But we never know how we are going to get married." I laughed: Not so fast.

She rushed back to work in the middle of the day, and it was lunch hour when he came in, still looking confused. I felt sorry for him for the first time he approached and sat down, tried to say something and then changed it and ordered coffee. He had coffee watching her while she was busy following customers and wished he would wait and not leave. He heard him say thank you. She wanted to ask him why he was sick, but she just asked him if you were okay.

After last night, strangely, she felt like she wanted to talk to someone. She was upset for no reason. I tried calling her father, she shouldn't. It took some time before he called and she said, Hi, Dad. He answered worryingly: Kristen, are you okay? She quickly said, Yes, yes. It occurred to me to speak to you. Sal: How are you? She answered insistently: I'm fine, it's all right. I hesitantly asked: How is Mama? He answered: She's fine. She has more work. Of course she always has. He replied: How about we eat together maybe this weekend as a family. She quickly said, I don't know, I have a lot of things, so let's talk later. She hung up the call and sighed.

Did you really smile at him and ask him how he was doing? He looked pathetic, went back to his apartment and watched that paper on his desk the one he found that morning. That crazy guy had an address and a date he had to go meet. Thought he'd call the police or at least tell Majid. But he remembered he couldn't implicate his friend in something as anonymous as that, and he's a family man with two little girls who was like an uncle to them. I remembered the feeling of envy and joy together at the wedding of his friend to their mutual girlfriend Dina. Yes, he loved Dina before Maged knew her. She was his girlfriend from first school and even after he left for another school there. Knowing that she was religious, he could never tell her of his love for her or dream of kissing her on his lips. He was the one who discovered his own penis while watching his father watch a stunt on TV. But he didn't tell anyone about it. In the end, when he returns from Paris, he discovers that Majid is engaged to his beloved Dina and that he will soon marry her. He felt his shock as he watched Dina in her wedding dress go away with Majid. A long night he spent thinking about Deena holding Majid in bed. Before he feels ashamed of himself. He still feels the same way every time he visits and regrets. Especially after becoming an uncle to the daughters of Dina and Majid.

In the evening he found himself driving into this unknown man's car in the dark road. And in time he can't let that stranger hurt Majid and his family as he told him in the paper. Besides, Sammy had a bad experience with the police, they wouldn't believe him. Where did he come from, perhaps because he knew that when he was gone he would not be missed. Maybe fear comes from love. The love of a friend, of a wife, of a father, of a mother, sometimes makes us more cowardly. But Peter Sammy doesn't like, he doesn't love anyone.

He opened the car door and sat next to the stranger who looked tough, saying, What do you want from me? Who are you? I'll call the police on you.

You can't tell anyone, don't forget what I wrote to you in the morning. Your friends children may be in danger because of you. I wanted to scream, but this slaughtered man's face came back to me and I remembered everything. I was scared. I said, Why? I shouldn't get a picture out and put it in front of me. It was another man who looked strong. He said he was the new wanted. I decided to get out of the car but he stopped me by force. I felt his breath tied me. I discovered I was weak and I couldn't fight him. I said why you want to kill this man and what you want from me, let me go and I promise not to tell anyone about you. He didn't seem to listen to this guy always go to the store to buy his things. I remembered the man's face that he was one of Majid's clients. He said, This man is our next target, we have to get it done before the end of the week. You understand. He bit his lips saying, If one mistake goes wrong, your friend, his wife, his daughters will pay, you understand. I thought of my bad luck, one bad decision caused all this. Maybe if you had just decided to sleep instead of run that day, it would have been better.