Why it is

On the account of Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fifth:

This being the last official record of the patient in question, one F.W.J. DeLyle V, I write the manner and supposed cause of death. I write not in accordance to science or protocol, but in contempt of these things. I write in a misunderstood stupor in regard to my own findings. Let this record show my personal account.

Found one kilometer away from the red Buick, which sat embedded in the tall oak which it had hit three hours prior to the patients discovery, the patient was in many ways dead. I say this in relation to the large and deadly wounds located on his head, torso, and neck.

On the backside of his skull, three centimeters to the left of his right ear, was a circular cut one centimeter in diameter, which exposed the bone of the skull. This wound was found to be caused by a cylindrical bar that had been placed carelessly in the man’s backseat. Upon impact the bar was thrust into the man’s head. The blow would have killed him.

The wound found on the man’s torso, located two centimeters above his waistline, was one inch in length and about one millimeter in depth. The cut punctured his stomach and ran through to his back. The cut, left unattended, would have resulted in the patient’s death, had the blow to the head not already done so.

The wound found on the man’s neck, located just two inches below the wound found on his head, was identical in size and shape to the wound found on the patient’s torso. These wounds were said to be caused by shards of glass from the windshield. This glass, however, was not to be found.

The patient in question, as earlier stated, was found an exact one kilometer away from the vehicle. The patient was not facing the car or the direction away from the car, but at an angle perpendicular to both directions. A trail of blood followed the man’s course from the car to the spot where he was found. The man, according to claim, climbed out of his car and crawled, one kilometer, looking for help. This means that, with a deadly wound on his head, neck, and torso, the man found strength to climb out of the broken window and pull himself all one thousand meters. Then, upon arriving there and collapsing, found yet more strength to get up and turn himself away from the direction he had been facing, and then, again, lie back down.

Quite a claim.

Officially, Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fifth died as a result of a car crash that took place on February second, 1998. This is what will forever read in the man’s memory. But this, and I write to cleanse the guilt I have created, is not the case. My proposal, my ambition, is to prove the culprit of this man’s death to be that of purposeful man, and not unfortunate machine.

The patient, one Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fifth was not involved in any car crash, not, at least, in life. The patient had been dead long before the car had even hit the tree. The patient had been dead, to be exact, long before the car had even been purchased. The car was said to be a birthday gift for the man now dead. A rich son of a rich man, the patient had been celebrating his birthday on the day of his death, driving his new present, and had merely taken a careless turn. This is not true.

Immediately upon seeing the body of the man I recognized the wounds as stab wounds. The neck and the torso had been stabbed with a knife, a butcher’s knife most likely. These stab wounds had been made days before the crash. These wounds had stopped bleeding long before the body had bee brought in. The head wound was mere convenience.

The body was placed inside the car and the car was purposely crashed into a tree. This would provide a false scenario for the man’s death. But, what had not been accounted for was a friendly and concerned individual who just so happened to be passing by. The new man, not realizing medical procedure, pulled the body of Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fifth out of the car himself and carried it for about one thousand meters, or, one kilometer to be exact. He did this until the men who had put the victim in the car found him. Frightened, they fired a shot into the air, scaring the helping man away, and drove off in fear of being attached in any way to the death of the man they had so recently killed.

And how is it that I know this?

I am a doctor. And I also succumb to fear. These two contradict one another often, and, at times, cause me to disobey orders and procedures. This could be anything at all, be it writing about the thing I was threatened with my life to keep secret, or simply helping a dead man move one thousand meters away from the scene of a crash, disobeying every medical fact I hold dear. And now I am clean. And now the truth shall encompass those it should. And now I die.

The man who killed Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fifth goes by the name of Fredrick William James DeLyle the Fourth. Or, as I know him, the father that killed his son. On his birthday.

I am truly sorry for what I have done, that is, accepting the money I did. Know it has brought me only one true desert. The gun I shall use, now, to end my miserable life.

 

And the beloved truths shine, much as the sun on the bright line of the earth. And the spectacle of beauty holds not the dank and dreary underbelly of the affectionately forgotten, but a common understatement. And it glows with pride for man. And it glows. And it glows.

 

Hell waits. Farewell.

 

 

A guy