Mystery Murders

Chapter 1

I look over the bridge and see the pavement. Her face is in despair; I don't know what to do. I see her hopelessly laying there, her chest not moving and her voice screeching for help. There was blood everywhere, so I run to my car grab my phone in fear that today the world might loose another life. My hands move straight to my phone and urgently call 000 as my hands are shaking vigorously. A man answered, I told him to call an ambulance to come to the Melrose Bridge.

I ran down the ridged steps and crossed the wet footpath; reach down and feel the girls pulse; she is hanging on for dear life. Seven painful minutes later the ambulance comes, she is put under life support for further testing at the hospital.

Several days later she is stable and she is able to talk to the police, she thanked me, as she was aware of what I had done. Her name is Elizabeth Jones, she is 26 and lives in Melbourne. She was talking to me for hours after I visited her, she called me a few times a day and she thanked me every time. Three weeks had pasted, I had noticed that she hadn't talked to me at all recently, so I decided to call her. Elizabeth didn't answer her phone, I was getting worried as the doctors detected that she had metal poisoning the week before. I quickly rushed into the car and drifted through the traffic and went as fast as I could to the hospital.

I ran up the stairs to impatient to wait for the elevator, room 456, room 457 and finally room 458. I went in and looked around. She wasn't there; she wasn't lying on the hospital bed. I asked the nurses and all the doctors where she had been moved and why. Elizabeth Jones had past away from metal poisoning this morning at 4.39am. I was devastated, as I had become very close with her.

For the next week all I could think about was Beth. She had already lost two of her sisters, in a car crash three years before.

Beth's family grieved for years after the loss of the sisters, one was very out-going, she had black coloured hair with a red streak through it, she had two butterfly tattoos on her forearm and two earrings in each ear, the other sister was recluse, she worked from her house, bought everything online from catalogs had no distinctive body piecing's or tattoos. This is how the family remembered Beth's sisters, by their personality and appearance.

The doctors called me this morning at 6.30am; they had notified me that Beth was a victim of a murder. The metal poisoning was put in her wine three nights before the bridge incident. She was at a nightclub with her boyfriend Ryan. This was also the first nightclub she ever had been to as, Beth was always self conscious of how she looked, she always had her hair tied up unaware that she was beautiful with it down. She wore loose baggy clothes, even though she was previously a successful model.

The strange thing is; she was wearing the same clothes when she was lying on the bloody pavement that she had worn to the nightclub. This had become very suspicious to me as she loved fashion and she changed her clothes several times a day.