Where She Lies

Chapter 5: Graffiti Leaving Paper Thieves

I sigh as I sink down into the warm couch cushions. I just got back from my meeting with Trevor and man am I pooped. We came up with this entire elaborate plan and we're meeting again tomorrow to go make sure it'll work before actually going through with it. As soon as I hear the doorbell ring I groan and roll off of the couch. Who would be visiting me at this hour? In fact, who would be visiting me at all? I make my way over to the door and slam it open, revealing a police officer. Um, uh oh?

"Miss McClain we'd like to search your house." She crosses her arms against her chest.

"Excuse me?" I snap as I stand in my doorway once again meeting a police officer. I sincerely hope this isn't going to become a regular occurance.

"We have reason to believe that your sister may have known she was being led to her death and that she left notes behind as clues." The lady says.

"Notes?" I raise my eyebrows at her inquisitively.

"Yes, notes. Anna may have left behind little notes - like stickey notes, in places that she went to."

"And so why are you demanding to search my house?"

"Well," She shifts around, "Anna used to live here."

"So what? There are notes everywhere in this house. What're you going to do, search my entire house? Invade my privacy? Read my diary? Actually forget about that last thing - I don't have a diary, but you get my point."

"Well...No..."

"Do you even have a warrant?" I narrow my eyes the slightest bit at her.

"No...The station was hoping that you'd be openly willing to -"

I slam the door in her face. Openly willing to? Like hell. I'm not having some people barge in here like animals and search my house. Granted, it's not exactly my house, but still. And sure, that might've been a bit dramatic, but it's not like I care what she thinks. To get into this house at this time of night you're going to need a warrant. I sigh and flop back down onto the couch. I must admit that it's lonely in this little house. My mom, Vanessa, went on a vacation a week ago and I haven't had the heart to call her and tell her about Anna - not yet. She'll be coming back the first week of next month which will come soon, very soon. I don't know how she'll react either. I mean, how would you react to losing your first born child? I know the end result will probably be worse than when dad left us. He left when I was seven and Anna was nine. Our mom hated him ever since, and so did we. I was always a daddy's girl and it broke my heart when he left. I learned to not let anyone else past my walls on that very day. I knew that I couldn't trust anyone other than my mom and Anna. I suppose that my mom's the only one I have left now. My eyes start to sting ever so slightly and I try to distract myself so that I don't cry. Letting myself cry would mean that I had admitted defeat, and I couldn't do that. I distract myself by thinking about what the police officer had said just a few minutes ago. Could Anna really have known that she was going to die? If so, why didn't she tell anyone? Why didn't she go get help? There are a lot of whys in this world, I suppose. Perhaps she did know though. If she did know and she didn't tell anyone she must've had a reason. Anna loved life, loved living, loved everything. She wouldn't leave it all behind without putting up a fight. I think I'll ask someone that I can trust about this later. Technically that would mean I'd probably never ask anybody, but oh well. I close my eyes and drift to sleep on the couch.

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I wake up in the morning with a slightly stiff neck and a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something's wrong - very wrong. I sit up and blink a few times to clear my early morning vision. I walk through my living room and come to a halt when I notice that some papers are missing from the coffee table. My lips curve into a frown as I stare at the blank space. Hmm, odd. What really catches my attention though is the black spraypaint that states 'BACK OFF' on the wall right in front of the kitchen. I gulp and reach for my sister's cellphone that's tucked away in my pocket. I nearly have a panic attack when I realize that it's not there. Did the intruder take it with them?! How did they even know that it was on me if that's the case? I know I didn't put it down anywhere...So someone must've taken it. That means that whoever it was they were only inches away from me. I shudder as a chill runs down my spine. That's just utterly creepy. I would've laughed if I was having a bad dream and punched them in the face as I was sleeping. That would've been funny. In all seriousness though...Who broke into my house? I walk over to the home phone and dial Trevor's number since he gave it to me before I left last night. It rings a few times before he picks up.

"Hello?"

"Trevor," I whisper in case they're still here, "Someone broke into my house."

"What?" His voice rises and his tone turns serious.

"I said, someone broke into my house."

"When?!"

"Last night sometime...I think...They might still be here. Can you come over asap?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah - just hurry."

I hang up the phone and place it back into the reciever. I seriously doubt that they'd still be here, but I don't know when exactly they broke in. Heck, they could've just broken in. I quietly head to my bathroom and lock myself inside. I breathe out a sigh of relief now that I've found a safe haven. A loud bang comes from upstairs as if someone dropped something. Ya know, sometimes I think I jinx myself without even speaking...You know what, whoever broke in took my papers and they had a reason for taking them. Out of pure adrenaline and stupidity I rush out of the bathroom and quietly make my way upstairs. I walk around the corner and fear rushes into me when I collide with something...No...Someone.