The Man Who Killed-Personal Narrative

It had been 2 years, 5 months, 15 days, 12 hours, 13 minutes no wait now 14 minutes since the death of Vanessa Jayne Langston. The only death that one 33-year-old Arian Isak Fitzgerald blamed on himself more than anything, including more than his mother's death at the hands of the man who had abused him from the time he was 9 years old until he was old enough to fight back. Fighting the urge to rip apart the intake file he was putting together for a client convinced just like Vanessa that someone had killed their entire family. Since being a private detective Arian had seen his fair share of crack whores, alien-obsessed child, wives trying to catch their cheating husbands in the act, children who needed a bodyguard, that one was always Arians

Looking at the clock that hung above the door that leads to the waiting room of his run down business. The business that was probably one of the highest paid private detective agencies in all of Los Angeles, California; that was because of his second commanding officer Charles Anderson. The man who had given Arian his new start after all the deaths that surrounded his life in the pitiful city of Seattle, Washington. 12:45 pm the clock read slowly as the lower hand moved slightly. “aleahcim!” Arian shouted loud enough that his secretary Michaela could hear him. Since the moment that Michaela had walked into his office looking for a job had Arian started calling her “Aleahcim” her name backward it was a private joke between themselves since that's how she had introduced herself 3 years ago. Aleahcim had been the nickname she always went by. “Yes!” Michaela came through his door in no time holding a stack of files and a monster energy drink. “I need for you to cancel all my meetings after this new person, what's their name again?” Arian blurted out, he wasn't that great with names, never had been, but that's alright, that was why he had Michaela there to remind him. “Her name is Margret though she prefers the name Livvi” Michaela spoke calmly trying to balance the files that were still in her hands. “Right, yes, cancel them all. I'm not in the mood to deal with stupidity today.” He blurted out as his frustration

Grumpy stump as Arian called her wasn't just spoiled if you asked anyone that came through the office; Arian had kind of soft spot for animals including pure black cats. “Alright, Why don't you go see a therapist about that?” Arian growled over at his annoying little man friend who didn't just steal a spot in the black dead soul of one Arian Fitzgerald, but she did bring a small half-smile every other day it would seem. Meeeeerrrrooooowwwwww… grumpy stump screeched making Arian whence slightly at the aggravating little demon in his corner. The loud screech came as another back talk from the cat to her master. “...please be my good little baby,” Arian spoke back to his little monster who just stuck her head between her paws and went back to sleep. Arian shook his head the moment his thoughts came spewing out “that was probably the most stimulating conversation I've had in hours, no offense, of course.” Arian smirked slightly over at his secretary who just nodded her head in understanding. In Arian’s office, it was always quiet, clean, and absolutely no messing around and Arian always needed control of his personal surroundings. He'd fought so hard to stay in control, and hard inside and out. He was soulless, careless, and he showed no emotions. Emotions made him weak, emotions made him believe there was good out there in