Tension (I) ✔️

XVII

5 years ago

I was going to check on my sister and then I ended up finding her dead body in the bathtub with a needle in her arm. She just got out of rehab. Why would she do this to herself?  I knew deep down that she wouldn't kill herself, as soon as I found her body I called the police.

I was now sitting on the couch in her living room watching the first responders snapping pictures of her home. The detective was sitting in front of me asking a question but his words went through one ear and out the other,

"Ma'am when was the last time you spoke to your sister?" I heard him ask. I looked at him and took a deep breath,

"I haven't spoken to her in the past few days. I knew she was busy with her new job, she was an apprentice for a fashion company not far from here. And today I stopped by because I knew it was her day off, I didn't think I would find her dead. Do you know when she died?" I asked feeling the tears starting to fall down my cheeks,

"Our medical examiner said she died around 6 pm about 4 hours ago. And you arrived 2 hours ago right?" He asked, glancing at the notepad he was writing in, I nodded and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table.

"Was she feeling down or talking about harming herself? Did you see any signs?"

"No! She never talked like that. I mean she just got out of rehab 6 months ago. She was trying to get better and stay sober." I said wiping my eyes,

"Yeah Vanessa had her issues and she was on drugs but she would never kill herself. All we had was each other, she wouldn't kill herself, she wasn't selfish." I said taking shaky breaths. My heart was slowly becoming cold,

"Ms. Jones you need to go home and get some rest. We will get your official statement in the morning." Detective Thomas said, handing me his business card.

"If you need anything. Don't hesitate to call," He expressed with concern and deep sorrow in his eyes. I nodded and put the card in my pocket,

"Thank you, Detective. I'll go home after I get my sisters things," I stated, standing up as I watched them wheel out her body in a black bag on a stretcher. I turned from the sight and walked to her room,

I turned on the light in her room and walked to her dresser to grab her personal belongings. I don't want the police to invade her privacy when they look in her house. I was packing up the picture frames when an envelope fell out of the back of the frame, I put the picture frame in the cardboard box and grabbed the envelope that was now on the floor. It was addressed to 'whoever is reading this' I opened the letter carefully, I glanced at her door hoping the cops weren't walking in. when the coast was clear I continued to open the letter and I unfolded the piece of paper and began reading it:

' Dear person who is reading this,

I want you to know that I'm writing this because I'm scared for my life. For the past few months, I've been hiding a secret from my sister, I've been getting threatening calls and warnings from an unknown person. Trying to get to my sister and if I refused to tell that person where she was that's why you're reading this now because I'm dead. Please if you find this please I'm begging you to give this to my sister. Her name is Rachel Jones. Tell her that I'm sorry and I love her.

Eliott Hall, John Baker, Jason Dean, and Terry Lancer.

Give these names to my sister. She will know what to do. She will find my killer. I'm sorry Rachel.'

I was speechless. I couldn't breathe. I quickly folded the note and stuffed it in my purse, I quickly grabbed her other things and left her house. When I made it to my car I sat in the driver's seat and cried. I grabbed my phone to call Ray,