Someone I Forgot

how did I get in this mess?

It's a man. His dark blue eyes are wide open and  his throat is slit. He looks  about 40 years old. He has black curly hair and is thin like a stick. I'm kinda jealous but I probaly shouldn't be of a dead body. I think I better call the police or mabye I should check out the letter. The letter sounds like a better option. I pick it up and the flower falls of the body. It's a blueish purple flower. I don't know what kind.

Dear ally,
It has been a while. We haven't seen each other in at least 8 years. I see you have become a detective like you always dreamed of. I hope you are enjoying yourself. I have contacted you to play a game. Find out who I am and where I am. I will leave clues. I will give you 3 months to figure it out darling. Good luck and I hope you don't lose
~the forgotten

Ok first of all is this saw all of a sudden? This is a mess. I don't know who this is but he murdered someone in my house. Shit I should call the police know. And so I do.

They get here as fast as possible. The whole crew is in my house. Michael is standing next to me. I only realise now how lanky he is. He should honestly eat more. "why do you always do this." Says Michael frustrated by the realization I haven't been listing to him. "oh, sorry I was just thinking. Do you have coffee I feel tired?" "I literally just gave you a cup and you downed it like shot. You are not getting more."Michael bickers. "It's not enough please give me more it's too early for this." "Excuse me!" He says getting more and more angry with my whiney ass "we just found a dead body in your house! I dont think it's ever a good time to find a dead body, plus it's 4 pm." He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and then looks very seriously back at me "are you okay Ally?" I sigh and look away. " Yeah I have to know how to deal with this. it's my job."

The people work hard taking pictures and looking for fingerprint or something of DNA. The head comes to me. Dick looks kinda mad. "we are going to you take you in for questioning. So can you please follow me to my car so we can leave ?" He still looks mad but his voice is weirdly calm. How does this man do that? It's like a stupid superpower. Ugh I wish I had superpowers. That would be awesome. "Can't I answer your questions tomorrow? I'm deadly tired." Dick grunts. He despises my puns. But I don't care. " I think your puns are what's making me go bald. They are the worst and no you have to come in today." I nod and take some of the stuff I can and leave with him.

The car ride is awkwardly quiet. I hate it. The cars smells like criminals. Don't ask me what a criminal smells like because I honestly have no idea. Why does the police station look like a hell hole when you are the one being brought in.

I get set in a room like every other questioning room. Like in one of the movies. God I like detective movies they are great. But now is not the time to think about that. The cup of water they gave me is disgusting. It's probaly tap water and that's terrible. I think I have enough class to at least get water out of the machine or something. I feel offended. Someone comes in. They have brownish curly hair and a confused look on their face. Their voice sounds loudly trough the tiny room "How in God's name did you get in this mess?"