SMOOTH CRIMINAL (the true story)
Annie was laying in a pool of blood in her dingy apartment.
She had been beaten brutally by her boyfriend only minutes before.
Annie had a history of falling for all the wrong men.
She had never experienced love from her father.
Annie’s father never called her by her name.
He called her “Sh*thead and berated her constantly:
“Why can’t you do anything without fu*cking up Sh*thead!”
As a child, Annie endured this abuse on a daily basis…
Annie felt worthless. She never considered suicide, but she did
dream of fading away during her sleep many times…
“If only I could slip away in the night no one would notice or care…”
Annie could never bring herself to leap in front of a subway or jump off a bridge…
“Too messy and bloody” Annie thought…..
But now, Annie was a bloody mess. Her boyfriend had seen to that…
He didn’t like the dinner she had prepared for him:
“ I work my a$$ all day and you dish me out this sh*it you useless b*itch!”
Then he punched her in the stomach, kicked her to the floor – he struck her with a brutal blow to the mouth and almost knocked out several teeth – a stream of blood flowed from her mouth…
Annie moaned in agony…
“Shut up b*tch! You deserved that!”
Annie’s boyfriend left her apartment.
He left her on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood….
Annie knew she needed medical attention, and fast….
She was sure she had suffered broken ribs in the attack, and she felt
a burning pain in her stomach….
Crawling slowly, she made it to the phone and dialed 911…
The dispatcher was cold.
“What is the problem?!” he snapped…
“Please, please help me – I’ve been beaten” Annie begged
“I’m in great pain, I think I may be bleeding internally…”
The dispatcher, without emotion said:
“5 to 10 minutes someone should be there…”
You could tell he had a lifeless, robotic manner about him….
Annie was in such agony that she began to hear a voice:
“Annie are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay?”
But, Annie was far from okay.
Unless help arrived soon Annie would die.
Again Annie heard the voice of comfort:
“Annie are you okay? Please tell us that you’re okay?”
Annie wanted to answer the voice, but she was so weak
She was unable to respond to the voice that gave her hope…
It took 40 minutes for emergency services to arrive…
By then, Annie was dead…
She lay lifeless in a spreading pool of crimson blood…
The police officer looked down at Annie’s body..
He took out a notepad to begin recording notes on the crime scene.
The police photographer arrived and coldly snapped pictures –
you could tell they had all done this countless times before…
Annie just laid there – eyes wide open….
The blood was like a pond encircling her body.
The police officer’s notepad had minimal notes –
his shift would soon be over and he couldn’t be bothered writing vivid details about a textbook murder case like this one….
He was bored…
As he wrote his notes, he thought:
“Oh well, I guess it was her doom…”
Annie was still lying on the floor in a pool of blood with her eyes wide open…
Closing her eyes required too much effort…