Amber's Eyes

Chapter 1

The first part was just a prologue this is Chapter one :D

The image is who i thought should play Amber. It's what she looks like in my head. xD

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8 Years Later

I wake up in a cold sweat from the same memory that always invades my sleep. Therapist never worked trust me I've tried. My mom was my best friend. She was always there for me and the first day I slept, after... the incident, I woke up thinking I'll go downstairs and mom will have breakfast but the cold hard truth is, that she will never be coming back to make breakfast for dinner or have cold pizza for breakfast with me. I was alone and after that realization I cried, I cried until I fell asleep then woke up and cried some more. I was surprised that the third day, I woke up in the orphanage, I had no more tears to cry. From that day on I haven't shed one single tear. That night when someone found me crying over my moms lifeless body, they called the cops. But most of it is a blur. They pealed me away from my mom asked me questions that I had no answers for and sent me to an orphanage, where later, my foster mom, Selena came and got me. Most people were lucky they got a nice family when they got adopted, I, however, didn't have luck on my side. Selena was cruel, only taking kids in for the money. There were 5 other kids in her home, all being treated like dirt beneath Selena's fake Prada shoes. There were 3 girls and 2 boys. The kids were nice but I never got to know them I just stayed in my room and dwell in the past. I stayed with Selena for 4 years, the first year was spent in the orphanage, and when I turned 18 I got the hell out of there never to turn back. Because I was a grade ahead I graduated high school early and became a homicide detective when I turned 21. I got to catch killers for a living so life was good. As good as it can get.

After I calm my heart rate down from the nightmare I looked over at my alarm clock and groaned. I have to get up and get ready for work.

I take my time in the shower because I woke up earlier than I had to. My phone starts ring and I let it go to voice-mail because I'm still in the shower.

I finally get out of the nice warm water because my phone won't shut up. I wrap a towel around me and nearly slip because of the water. I stomp over to my phone and press answer without looking who it is.

“What?” I snap sounding more rude than I meant to. I hear a chuckle over the phone.

“Someone's in a good mood,” John, my partner, says sarcastically.

“Sorry Johnny boy. What's up?” I could practically hear the eye roll, he hates that I call him Johnny boy.

“Whatever rookie. Captain needs us at Central Park. We got a stiff.” Now its my turn to roll my eyes.

“When are you going to stop calling me a rookie? We've been partners for almost a year,” he laughs.

“When you stop calling me Johnny boy,” he sounds hopeful.

“Sorry it's staying,” I remembered that we have a case. “So what's up? We got a body?” I ask. I haven't gone to a park since... well, 8 years ago.

“Yeah, multiple stab wounds.” He doesn't know about my mom. Nobody at the precinct does.

Flashes of my moms body comes into my head.

“Hello? Rookie?” I rub my temples.

“Um... Yeah, I'll be there soon.” I can feel my head start to pound.

“Okay, I'll see you here soon.”

“You're there already?” I ask.

“Yeah. The wife kick me out of the bed again. So I woke up early with my back all out of whack.” I laugh.