Striking Blue

Not

Falling over on my knees, I exhaled deeply to stifle my screams. The dragging stopped. I sat on the steps stiffly, holding my breath. A moment or two passed and the dragging resumed. I could finally breathe out. I rose slowly, stabling myself against the wall. 

Now, I was out in the corridor on the 15th floor. I turned right to face their flat. The door was ajar. Strange. 

My parents consoling the mother and father of the girl. Her face was smeared with blood. If not for her striking blue eyes, she wouldn't be recognized at all. They had barely looked at the body, it was a little too distasteful. The ambulances were arriving with a gleam of white, blue and red. Along with, came the police and soon began a little too straightforward questioning of her parents.

I heard the sirens. My courage was starting to build up again. My hands crept up to the cold metal of the doorknob and slowly turned it.

It wasn't any brighter inside. But what I saw made me feel like I had not woken up at all. As if all of this was some miserable dream. 

It was a body, inches away from the door. So this was what was being dragged. I shuddered. I couldn't see anyone else though. Nor who the body belonged to. There was blood around it, that looked black in the light-less hall. I took another step forward and gasped. Those blue eyes! But it is not possible!

My parents decided to leave. Stepping beside the body, they almost entered the building, when my mother noticed something on the ground, inches away from the blood spill. She bent down to pick it up and immediately dropped it. It was a single blue contact lens. From behind the victim's sister saw my mother pick it up. She looked at the fallen body, one eye was dull....as if not the striking blue eyes of her sister. Was this....not her sister?