I roll a little to ease the pain on my arms, which are folded tightly behind me, secured together across the small of my back with cable ties. My legs...are bound separately with more of the unyielding plastic, but with ankles tied to thighs, thus legs folded, I cannot move even enough to fall off this bed or out of the cloying sheets that cover me. The darkness is complete here, and my breath is laboured through the tight rubber hood with its single pinprick breathing hole. I try to crawl,. My break-ups with the girls unfortunately didn't stop them from still asking and bugging me for favors. My life would so suck if it wasn't for the fact I could finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. It took Mallory to realize the light was always right there. I just had to turn and face it. I so loved Mallory.I did a couple more tasks for the police over the next week. I was so busy with the police work that Mallory and I didn't have time for each other except at school, but my new. For some weird reason, the company had decided on a theme of television programs. He’d said that he wanted suggestions for the programmes and idea for the displays.Karen had the idea that if they wanted people to look at the float then they should have Baywatch as one of the programmes. Their boss had liked that and asked Karen and Ryan to come up with some more details.Later, in bed, Ryan had asked me what I thought of the idea of having 3 or 4 girls in the famous red, one-piece swimsuits.. I begged him, called out to him upon his death to haunt me, to drive away all pretense of sanity, but still I wait. My gnarled fingers clench into fists when I shake them at the sky, a curse to the God who took him from me and left me to become this broken old woman.My hair no longer glistens blue in the light of the moon. He said it was black as the gypsy night while his fingers played in the dark curls. In his coffin I placed the shorn tresses, my homage to the love we shared. When it grew.