Blackwater Creek

Little Did They Know

In the winter of 2010, a woman fell from a window on the eighth floor of her mansion. Her body lay on top of the snow and stone when it hit the pavement below. No pictures were released, no comments, no investigation was acknowledged to the public. Some people who were at the crime scene could swear the body was twisted and broken, cold and terrifying. The ground was a pool of blood, shards of stained glass were lying around. The worst part, there were only two witnesses, the woman's own children. Two innocent souls who saw something they shouldn't have. 

The case file was never found, no one could ever prove this happened. There were newspapers, but few copies of it can be found, names of anyone on the case were all erased, no names were found at all. But word got around, rumours rose, she was the wife of a wealthy business man, she had a family, she was highborn, other than that, nothing else.

"Rose!" a voice knocked on her bedroom door, "get up or you're father won't take you."

"I'm up!" Rose replied, fixing her hair into the braid she wore everyday. 

"Then hurry up!" her mother impatiently barged in, "you haven't even eaten breakfast."

"I'm won't be joining you," Rose replied, quickly swinging on a blue blazer.

"Honey you need to eat," her mother reasoned, walking out with Rose's laundry basket.

"I'm just gonna need to loose a few pounds," Rose took her bag and headed to see her father at the table.

"Morning dad," she kissed him no the cheek.

"Morning hon," he replied.

"Brad she's not eating again!" her mother heavily placed an empty hamper on the table.

"Heather, she's a young girl, she's trying to maintain her figure, you were the same once," her father, Brad, replied to Heather.

"It'll be for a little while longer," Rose added, "I just need to get passed tryouts."

"For the cheerleaders?" Her father asked.

"Yeah," Rose replied, "I just thought loosing a little more weight would be okay."

"Sierra Sylvester's cheerleaders!" her mother hysterically cried out, "No!"

"It's a good sport," Rose shrugged. "Plus Sierra's not even the head."

"If she wasn't then wouldn't you have gotten in during freshman year," her mother mumbled.

"I'll be okay," Rose replied, "I'm just going to support a friend."

"Piercings, the gay one or the other gay one?" Her dad asked.

"Please don't call them that," Rose asked politely, "they've helped me through a lot and you should be grateful for that."

"Plus it's for someone else," Rose smiled, "the transferee I told you about."

"Markus?" Her mother asked.

"Yeah," Rose replied, "he's on a team for the first time and I thought it would be good if someone cheered for him considering I'm his new BFF."

"Just be careful with that Sylvester," her mother hugged her goodbye, "everything they touch ends up rotting in the ground."

"Just like Jane-Anne Smith," her father added.

"That's a bit off the edge don't you think?" Rose uncomfortably went to the door, "they're not even confirmed dead."

"In a car, from that height, if they survived why haven't they turned up anywhere?" her mom shrugged.

"Maybe something bad happened to them," Rose said goodbye to her mother and entered the car with her father.