The sister had rechecked the address five times at least by now. "THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT!" she mumbled. The address of the owner of the blood-covered phone was...in our apartment. The killer was someone we knew?
"NO PRECISION. WHERE IN OUR APARTMENT, IT ISN'T SHOWING." she sighed. "MAYBE IF I GOT THE DEVICE CLOSER TO OUR APARTMENT...MAYBE I'LL TRY FROM MY HOUSE COMPUTER. " the sister noted down the name of the software and began, once again, her journey through the rain.
"THE EYES?" the receptionist sighed. "SHE HAD BLUE EYES. BUT IT DULLED TO A DARK COLOR ONCE SHE WAS ON HER NEW TREATMENT."
"NEW TREATMENT?" I edged.
"YEAH, TEN CANCER PATIENTS FROM ALL OVER THE STATE WERE SELECTED FOR THIS TRIAL. THEY WERE GETTING BETTER YOU KNOW...SHE WAS GETTING BETTER." there were tears in the receptionist's eyes.
"DO YOU HAVE THE LIST OF TEN NAMES, IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING?" I spit.
"UM...THEY WERE NOT ALL FROM THIS CLINIC. THEY WERE GETTING TREATED BY A DOCTOR WHO FOLLOWED A NEW METHOD, DISCOVERED BY HIS SISTER, LATE NOBEL LAUREATE." she continued. "OH. THAT ONE IS A SAD STORY." the receptionist shook her head.
"BUT WHAT?" My mother urged the man.
"BUT MY DAUGHTER WENT MISSING YESTERDAY." he completed.
"OH. I'M SORRY. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" she tried to sound casual.
"UM...RIGHT WHEN..."
My mother's phone rang that very moment. It was my father. She reasoned with herself, he's a doctor...he can take care of himself at the very least, at cut the call.
"RIGHT WHEN...?" my mother edged.
"RIGHT WHEN WENT FOR HER CHEMOTHERAPY SESSION." he said. "SHE WAS IN A SPECIAL TRIAL BY THE WELL KNOWN DOCTOR WHO IS THE BROTHER OF THE NOBEL LAUREATE, UM HIS NAME..."
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
