Who am I? -completed-

research time

The sunshine was slowly creeping on the ceiling through the blinds. I didn't sleep. I mean I didn't really need it? But still it helped me be less drowsy. I walked through my bathroom and looked at the mirror. My eyes where bloodshot. It didn't shock me since I cried all night.

I brushed out my short wavy hair, put on my lipstick and throw on a orange sweater, some ripped red jeans, as well as a big floppy back hat. And my favorite sunglasses. I look at the mirror. "I look good today.." I picked up my bag and notebook.

I started up my car and head over to my local library. I walk in and the smell of old books flood the place. I smile popped on my face, "home"

I walked to the section of local newspapers "research time!"
"If I look about 18 and was turned 97 years ago.. it was about 1921 I remember the fuzzy back of a alleyway what was it death& co."

I looked for that name until I found the local newspaper. "DEATH&CO. ALCOHOL BUST"
It was the time of prohibition... it looked about the right time for me to be turned. Maybe I was turned the night of that? I remember the cop cars sirens noise...

I continue to look at the other pages "death&co. Hiring dancers!"
1920 April 21st I definitely have dancer feet "maybe that's what I am? Or was.." I jot down the notes down on the page

WHO AM I?

All of a sudden I herd a cackle from a man a dark man with a tall black trench coat
"My, my, Harper trying to find out who she was?"

"My name isn't Harper do I know you!?" I said defensively..

"It used to be."
He cackled again.