Bloody Bonds

Introduction

Blue and red lights reflected against the windows of the cottage. The same cottage I used to call my home. I ran a hand through my hair and anxiously tugged at it's roots. Huddled into a corner, I purposely put distance between the police and chattering of others from my own ears. My brain pounded relentlessly against my skull. The ache growing as I came to terms with the situation around me.

I dared not glance up. I dared not see the sight. The smell of the rotting corpse alone was enough to stop my heart. The sound of the body being wheeled into a truck echoed tauntingly against the thin walls that held our- my-... cottage in place. I tugged harshly at my roots, the pain incomparable to the pain I felt within. Breathing unevenly, my body failed to relax as I cradled myself. My eyes stared at the floor, shame buried within my own irises and all light drained. I was falling- no-. I have fallen. Like a fallen Angel I've fell from rightousness.

Click click clack- came the sound of heels against the wooden floor that I seated myself on. "Miss Drago, am I correct?" Asked the proud voice of a woman, the smell of her perfume not nearly enough to drain my nose of the stench that irradiated from the corpse.

I made no reply.

"Miss Drago," She tried again, her tone suddenly dropping to an unsure range as she approached me in conversation once more, "We've recieved some complaints that you were the last one seen with the victim, do you have any idea who could have murdured Ireene Lan?"

Images of Ireene, my jealous aunt, came flooding back to my memory. The beautiful transition from life to death.

"No..." I answered. My reply serious- yet burried within it- burried within the grave of my dear aunt-... there lay uncertainty. "No one murdured Ireene."