TRAGIC

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Warm, orange light slowly rises over my eyelids. My sleep disturbed by the sun that seeps tough the gap in my curtains. I curse mentally, my peace destroyed. I open my eyes trying to adjust to the image printed before me. My body turns, so I'm resting on my left side, facing the door. I lay there for a while until my feet strategy to travel across the carpet.

I land my feet into the kitchen. A yellow square catches my eye, its imprint standing out on the metal refrigerator. I walk over to it and my eyes scan the ink, 'wont be back till late Dad x'. This doesn't surprise me, he works late most days. So that leaves me. My parents are divorced and I live/ with my dad, so I don't see my mum very of ten. I'm also an only child, so I unfortunately don't have any siblings to bully. I think about this for a while with out realising I'd screwed the note up and thrown it away. You're probably wondering why I didn't just go and live wth my mum when my parents got divorced but I just simply were not old enough to decide and my mum had plans to do some travelling. I think about this for a while longer and started to make my breakfast.

After my breakfast I pull on an outfit, consisting of a T-shirt, blue jeans and some flats. The weather at the moment is dropping cold as we start to change seasons into autumn. I pull my coat on and sort the hat in my hand onto my head. Most of my weekend mornings start of with a walk, I like to get out early and take pictures of the morning, especially the trees when the sun tries to peel them away and soak through the gaps. I check that I have all of my supplies, money and my phone, and lock the door on my way out.

Normally, I follow a path which leads me around our small village but today my feet decided to travel in a different direction. I took a few shots of a bridge in which I crossed over, the water running down its own catwalk and posing against the rocks at each side. The small bridge leaves my eye line as I escape through a cocoon of trees. The sight makes my breath catch in my throat its the most captivating picture I've ever come across. A line of trees stand on each side of me, the curve into an arch shape above my head, small splinters of sky cover the cracks above. A sprinkle of golden, brown leaves stretch onto the grass, mud frames its edges and where it meets the end of the trees before they diverge their roots into the ground. I capture this moment with my camera, I need to savour this. My footprints press into the mud and crunches the leaves a few steps further, until my breath catches again but not for a sight which excites me.

My finger tips start to tremble and then it travels and clasps my body tightly. I shake like the leaves on the ground. A body stays motionless on the ground. Not just any body, my body! The mirror image raises tiny bumps like a blanket over the entirety of my skin, every crevice layered. Every feature matches mine, my body is laying dead on the floor. My heart feels dead, almost non-existent, as if I should be there on the floor with no air entering or escaping my lungs. My pulse without a motion. My skin as cold as ice. No warm crimson liquid weaving inside every vain. Maybe that would be better than what is being piled on me right now. Short breathes escape me, I blink a number of times. I need help, all I can do is reach for my phone. Three numbers are dialled into it, 999. Our conversation is short, small spots of dialogue exchanged. Then my rescue party is dispatched.
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After my discovery I went through weeks of questions an missed information. I tried to explain that the body was my body but no one else could see it, they thought I was crazy. The body was discovered as April Rivers. No one that I knew. I tried to get over it but I couldn't believe that they thought I was crazy, I knew what I saw and I was going to do anything to find out.