Am I Pretty? #TNTHorrorContest

A Visitor, The News, and Shock

I stir in my blissful sleep as someone bangs on the door. The dawn light creeps through the large windows and I have to shield my eyes because it's so bright. Of course I just had to have the bed by the window. All the loud banging and brightness is making my head spin. I wonder if we have any aspirin. Probably not though, Cameron's been taking it for his headaches ever since Jordan dropped him and the engagement. I never really liked her, Yana and I always just put up with her bossy, no good ass. Another rap on the door gets me irritated and I bolt upright in bed only to clutch my head in pain, holy shit, being hungover sucks!

The door is banged on so hard it practically rattles. I turn expecting to see Yana lying there, but she's not. There isn't even a trace of sleep, there's nothing but a few crinkles towards the foot of the bed as if she flopped onto it and got up momentarily. This isn't right, there is no where else she'd be. I'm snapped out of my reverie by more banging on the door. I throw on a bathrobe to cover my sweaty and disheveled clothes from last night. I even see a little crusty dribble of vomit on the front, gross.

There are three men at the door in police uniforms. Two are middle aged with wrinkly, grim faces and the last looks young, about Yana's age. The young one is wearing something different from the other men. He's in a navy blue suit with gold buttons, and has a police hat with a golden badge in the center, depicting a star and laurel leaves that wrap around it. He's sharp as nails, and I don't just mean the outfit. His hazel eyes dart around the room as he takes in his new surroundings, as if he's a prowling lion on the hunt patient and waiting for anything to grab his attention.

After a few seconds of that he turns and looks down at me. Literally. He's about a good five inches taller than me, but I'm only five foot one so it's not much to pass. He just looks at me, not saying anything, then his lion-like composure goes away. He removes his hat and the two older men whisper in Japanese. I look back at the young one in confusion and he begins to speak.

"You must be Aliya Byers, am I right?"

"Yes, and you are? What's the problem?" He flicks his eyes down to the ground takes a breath and looks at me in the eye.

"I'm Daichi Adachi, a detective for the Tokyo Police Department. This is about your sister, Ayana Byers." Suddenly my heart is racing and my eyes widen with worry. My sister is no fool, she knows how to be cautious on her travels, even back in the US! There's no way she'd let something involving the police happen! The connector door opens and my brother appears scraggly in his pajamas. He rubs his eyes before asking.

"What's going on?" I turn to him still worried.

"I don't know. They say it's something about Yana." We turn towards Daichi and wait to hear something crazy or tragic, maybe both, and that's just what we get. He clutches his hat tighter and looks down at the tan carpet.

"We found your sister's body last night around 3:00 o'clock. She was murdered."