“Do you know what a beached whale has in common with our society? It's simply a mere matter of perspective. Think of the beached whale as having no value. Having no family or pack, having no purpose but to just lie there and wait until its life drains out of its body.”
“Okay…How does this concern me” She replied.
“You are the beached whale. Hasn’t our little game made you look back at every single painful part of your life? Haven’t you realized you have nothing left to live for? Haven't you realized that your sadness has become the cause for your destructive and violent persona?
“What?” She replied.
“Adopted. Abused. Expelled for intentionally breaking a kid’s rib cage in school. Drug addict. Public nuisance. Sentenced to a juvenile detention …show more content…
The mahogany door shut tight and detective chase began to work. His legs were placed atop his table and his hand was resting against his narrow temples. His bushy black mane was neatly parted to the right, a trend that was gaining more popularity in the town by the day. Any man would consider his rough sharp nose menacing but this was nothing compared to his steel grey eyes that made the air feel like an icy January morning. Each eye skimmed over the report and autopsy so meticulously, it appeared as though he could find a needle in a haystack. His face was the epitome of experience – military experience, life experience and career experience. Many would feel insignificant in his presence and his athletic and rigid frame definitely made sure this was the case. From time to time, his barren would sip the subtle coffee as his thoughts would spill onto a little yellow notepad. His scribbles were the basis of his crime solving success. They were often attached to the bulletin that was hung up on the wall. Red, lots of red. Post it notes. These formed an intricate structure connecting all the dots in a crime to create a picture, the answer, the solution. However with his case, the more he wrote, he more he strayed afar from the solution. He realized he needed a much more personal approach to solve this
“Okay…How does this concern me” She replied.
“You are the beached whale. Hasn’t our little game made you look back at every single painful part of your life? Haven’t you realized you have nothing left to live for? Haven't you realized that your sadness has become the cause for your destructive and violent persona?
“What?” She replied.
“Adopted. Abused. Expelled for intentionally breaking a kid’s rib cage in school. Drug addict. Public nuisance. Sentenced to a juvenile detention …show more content…
The mahogany door shut tight and detective chase began to work. His legs were placed atop his table and his hand was resting against his narrow temples. His bushy black mane was neatly parted to the right, a trend that was gaining more popularity in the town by the day. Any man would consider his rough sharp nose menacing but this was nothing compared to his steel grey eyes that made the air feel like an icy January morning. Each eye skimmed over the report and autopsy so meticulously, it appeared as though he could find a needle in a haystack. His face was the epitome of experience – military experience, life experience and career experience. Many would feel insignificant in his presence and his athletic and rigid frame definitely made sure this was the case. From time to time, his barren would sip the subtle coffee as his thoughts would spill onto a little yellow notepad. His scribbles were the basis of his crime solving success. They were often attached to the bulletin that was hung up on the wall. Red, lots of red. Post it notes. These formed an intricate structure connecting all the dots in a crime to create a picture, the answer, the solution. However with his case, the more he wrote, he more he strayed afar from the solution. He realized he needed a much more personal approach to solve this