Little Secrets [On Hiatus]

The death of a queen

Who am I?

That was the last thing on her mind as she laid on the ground looking at the sky.

Her eyes were wide open and yet she couldn't move

Slowly, her body felt light

Her mind was blank

I deserve this she thought to herself.

At that moment she felt sorry for herself

She didn't get to say goodbye to her friends and family

They would be sad

She hoped they would understand

She hoped they would

She would miss her school the most

She was the queen bee after all

Slowly she couldn't see the clouds anymore

This was it

And all because of the little secrets she knew

That evening

“Good evening everyone, I'm Jamie Atkins and this is the Channel 4 6oclock news. The Queen of England has declared a peace treaty with the President of America .
   More bombings in Beirut, Lebanon as the President refuses to negotiate with the terrorists.
   And the death of well known daughter of the Business tycoon Mr Reece Arron.
More to come. Stay tuned ”

Days later

Detective Dylan Green was something, he was good at his job, really good
Some say too good
He would say It's hard work.
At the ripe age of 18 he joined the navy, served for some time then decided to be a cop.
He was 24 when the CIA sought him out and he immediately joined
After eight solid years, he resigned for reasons known to no one.
  With a big fat bank account one would think he would want a nice quiet life but that wasn't him.

Soon enough he joined the Chicago Police Department and became the boss of that joint.

A few nights ago he got a call from his close friend Reece Arron but he already knew what was going down.
  Reece's daughter, Isabella, had just jumped from a 15 foot story building.

“Reece, take it easy, how's your wife taking it” Dylan said with a solemn voice

“How do you think she's taking it, she's a mess Dylan”

“You've got to be strong buddy, when is the funeral”

“It's in a few weeks, the police said they have to run a few tests on the body”

“You sound like you haven't slept in days”

“They're ruling it out as suicide Dylan , Isabelle was a happy girl, we gave her everything”

Maybe too much of everything. Dylan thought

“Why do you think it wasn't ”

“Jesus Christ Dylan, why would she do something like that ”

“I'll be in London tomorrow then we can talk properly, for now you should get some rest ”

“ See you soon ”

“ Bye ”

The next day
8pm in the Arron Residence

“How is Chicago?" Annabelle Arron  asked

“It's busy, work is good though ”

“Good”

“How are you doing Annabelle ”