The Synonyms of Melancholy [In Editing Process]

POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS

"So, what do we have here?" - said a tall detective with small blue eyes, grayish hair and a very tiddy suit.

"Well we have a murder, it seems pretty personal. We have yet to find the murder weapon" - said a younger guy of around 25 years old. With blonde hair and big brown eyes.

"Okay, who's the victim?" - The younger detective gave him a manila coloured folder.

"Her name was Sally Thompson, 17 years old"

"Where are her parents?" - he said while flipping through the documents.

"She's an orphan sir."

"Call me Hank, sir. makes me feel old"

"Oh, okay... Hank, her parents died in a car crash when she was eight"

"What kind of car crash?"

"Uhm... i think he fell asleep while driving but i'll investigate to make sure"

"Don't, it's not important, continue, what happened next?"

"Okay, she was in foster care until a year ago. She got a part-time job, a good deal in a small apartment with enough to survive."

"Where does she work at?"

"Uhm... Black Grains sir. i mean Hank, she worked as a manager"

"Did she go to school?"

"No she didn't, she was going to enter next year according to a neighbor"

"Okay, send Kent and Riley to ask around Black Grains if she had any enemies. Now, let me see the murder scene"

"Will do sir."

"Hank, remember it, by the way what's your name?"

"Oh, Peter sir. i mean Hank...sorry"

They both walked in silence to the door with bright yellow plastic stripes that say "POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS". They cross it careful enough so they don't tear it.

The clicking sound and flash of cameras mixed with the heavy smell of cober hit Peter hard since this is all new to him, while Hank was more than comfortable with it.

The girl was on the ground , face down with wounds in her right foot, right knee, hands, elbows, stomach and several in the back of her head.

Hank approached a red headed middle-aged woman in a lab-coat. While Peter searched the rest of the apartment for clues.

"What can you tell me Mary-Anne?, what happened here?"

"Well the girl died 29 hours ago, and it's 2 o'clock so she died at 7:00 pm"

"Okay, can you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, so she's still wearing her work clothes so i can assume her shift ended so she came back home. The murderer was already inside, because the first hit was before she could even drop the keys in the bowl." - she points at some bloody keys lying on the floor.

"He hits the back of her knee with a baseball bat or a hammer, it's really hard to tell, so she drops to the ground. Crawls a little bit to try and grab the phone, but he then hits her kneecap. According to the neighbors she screamed once, i'm guessing that because of the pain. But doesn't scream again so nobody called the cops."

"Why didn't she scream again?"

"Well..." - She opens the victims mouth to find it filled with cotton.

"So she couldn't"

"But why didn't she take them out of her mouth?" Said Peter from the other side of the room without making eye contact.

"I'm getting to it, the next hit was to her left hand, basically smashing it into pieces. Then her right hand. I guess she was still making to much noise, because the next hit was to her stomach, leaving her without air. Then he hits the right elbow once and the left one twice, i think it didn't break completely or at least not how he wanted."

"Unfortunately, her body didn't shot down as it should of after so much pain. So the killer grabs the murder weapon and smashes the back of her head 6 times, leaving it completely destroyed as you may see. She died in the first impact"

"Poor girl" - said Hank

"Yeah..."

Peter was still looking for anything that might help the investigation, finding nothing remotely relevant. But he stops to see a framed picture that caught his eye. It was the kind of artistic pictures you post in tumblr that say #art but much better. It contained a girl sitting beside a window pretty depressed, while the light came through some shitty curtains. You could kind of see through the window where it was a beautiful day. But the girl was inside looking away like if she prefered to drown in her own sorrow. He didn't know why but he felt really uncomfortable. He turned the frame to find it signed by a guy named Jason with an inscription that said.

"I'm sorry if i was a dick, it will never happen again, i promise"

"There are a lot of boy clothes and stuff around here, did she have a boyfriend?" - said Hank.

"Yeah, is his name Jason by any chance?" 

"According to Kent she did have a boyfriend but he's name is Jack i think, why Jason?"

"Uhm... no reason"

"Did they have a lot of problems?"

"I don't know, you'll have to ask Kent"

Suddenly Riley who was dressing a black t-shirt and some tight jeans and a pony tail holding her long blonde hair bursts through the door.

"Hey, there was a "suicide" in Diamond Cliff" - making sure of quoting with her fingers the word suicide.

"Okay, we'll be right there. Mary- Anne take the body analyse it, do the autopsy and call me if you find anything weird, Peter you're coming with me"

"Yes sir." - he was about to leave but decided to take the picture whit him. He just felt like it meant something but didn't know what.

"It's Hank"