Jones Journal

Chapter One

   It was all a lie. They called it the perfect murder, and in a way, it was. There were no witnesses, no evidence, and a John Doe. But I’m Syna Jones, and I’ll find out what happened, no matter what. This murder made my blood freeze. It felt like I needed a jacket, even though it was spring. I got pictures of the scene, and it’s...gruesome. My eyes darted all over my murder board. Nothing made sense. It didn’t fit. The victim had stab wounds, bullet wounds, and bite marks. But the bite marks aren’t human. Well, they are, but they go deeper, and there’s more teeth. It’s stomach-turning. It’s alarming. It’s intimidating. I felt the faucet turn in my head, and tears started to fall. My hands formed into fists. And at full force, I slammed my fists onto my desk. I fell backwards onto my bed and let the soft blankets tickle my skin. I just don’t know how to handle this. Where do I start? What would grandpa do?
   I sit up and stare at my pink rotary phone. I get up, grab the phone, and dial my grandpa's number. And I waited.
   “Hello?” It was the familiar, gravelly voice of my grandpa. 
   “Hi grandpa!” 
   “Oh! Hey Kiddo! What’s up?” I could hear the rocking of his chair in the background. 
   “Did you see the new case?” I sat down on my spinny chair. 
   “...” 
   “Grandpa?” 
   “Leave this case alone, okay, Kiddo?” 
   “But grandpa-”
   “No. Don’t get involved in this; it’s not for you.” Why was he saying this? He normally encouraged me when I was interested in a case. What was it with this one? What was different? 
   “Okay Grandpa…” 
   “Good. Don’t get mixed up with it. Not this time, okay, Kiddo?” 
   “Yes Grandpa…” 
   “Promise me you won’t mess around with this.” 
   “I promise that I, Syna Jones, won’t mess around with this case.” 
   “That’s my kiddo!" I smiled at that. 
   “Okay Grandpa… I’m gonna go now…” 
   “Okay Kiddo! Goodbye and stay safe.”
   “I will, goodbye, Grandpa.” I hung up the phone. I looked at my murder board and all the pictures on it. I’m sorry, Grandpa. I can’t leave this alone. I have to know what happened. And in the words of my dad, I’m fucking around and finding out. I cannot wait to find out whatever it is my grandpa is scared of.