The police sirens drew in closer. I hold the woman, making sure my makeshift bandage will work. A simple handkerchief from my pocket. I always carry it with me to use it for my allergic reactions to just spring in general. Footsteps increase behind me, my lungs are getting squeezed together. I can't breathe. This is too much. I held back tears. Hands grab me back and pull me into their body, protecting me. The police are here with the ambulance. An officer rushes towards the woman, and checks her vitals. I know it. She's dead already, she can't be saved. The man who pulled me back turned me towards him, and said he would call me if he needed more evidence.
"I'm sheriff Croft. Nice to meet you." He began as he grabs his police tablet, and starts to write on it.
"I'm Joan. Nice to meet you sheriff... Im sorry if I seem to be nervous, it's just my anxiety." I reply, as I open my backpack for some chap stick. It was a habit of mine while talking or doing anything that didn't need much brain work to just mindlessly put layer after layer on.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but we will need to check your bag.." Croft blurted as he pulled my backpack off. He set the bag on the ground, and zipped it open, slowly putting down all my belongings on the sidewalk. Eventually, Croft let me go back to my dorm, and would call me later from the police station .
I walk, looking down seeing the usual carpet every single school has. A murderer? But HCU wasn't known as a crime school..? I carry on, stepping into the threshold of my dorm room. I hurl my bag on the bed, and run into the bathroom. I had realized my makeup disappeared off my face, and reached for my BB cream, and lip gloss. I remembered my moles, and kept them visible, one near the corner of my left lip, one near the corner of my right eye. I brushed my hair, taming all of the tangles found in my long straight hair. I stared at myself in the mirror. My hazel eyes. Brown hair. I'm just a normal person, but then this crap happens. I grab my meal card, and head to the outside dormitories. I get a notification on my phone as I walk, and decide to check it.
In big black letters.
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WARNING
THE SERIAL KILLER HAS STRIKED AGAIN.
Please stay inside your dorms, or in a popular area of the school to avoid being left alone.
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Mystery / ThrillerJoan always wanted to be a artist. She has a photographic memory, and draws what she sees. But sometimes things can get in your way... Like seeing the murder of a girl she saw just a few minutes before. Join Joan as she connects the puzzle with her...
