Where She Went

chapter 5

Asher's POV

Chapter 5

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    That morning, I had a call from the sheriff. Fear struck into when I heard his sad voice. "We found a body.... can you come down to the wood and recognize the victim?" I remember looking at Rory, who was sitting beside me watching tv. He wasn't that strange. He seemed updated, cool even. He could be popular if he wanted to, he just didn't make himself known. I noticed he wasn't as scrawny as I thought he was, I realized that when he carried in my dad's weights from the car which had to have been at least 150 pounds. I just couldn't tell because he always wore long sleeves or something. At first I thought he cut himself but then I realized he seemed emotionally stable and so I figured the guy was just cold a lot.

      I was brought to reality when the sheriff barked at me to pay attention and then asked if I could come. I told him I could. I hung up on the sheriff and turned to Rory. "They found a body." He didn't move is eyes from the TV, instead he sat there for a couple of moments. "Oh really?" He wasn't even surprised." Yeah you can stay or come if you want." I told him.

"I rather stay here."

     I got in my car and raced down to the wood to see an ambulance, and two police cars parked out there. Kids riding on their bikes stopped to see what was happening, no one ever thought of the wood to be dangerous, but when a dead girl pops up there, no one is safe in the wood. I got out and walked slowly to the sheriff, dreading the moment I would have to look at the girl, fearing if it were Brooklyn, Elizabeth, Jamie or Emily. The police crowded around the body as the paramedic put her in a body bag. Before he zipped it up he let me look at her so I could recognize her. I threw up. My stomach twisted and turned and I fell into the grass behind me. I got up, breathing heavily.

Don't look. Don't look. I kept telling myself. But I did, this time I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

She was brutally murdered and I couldn't do a thing about it.

Brooklyn would hate me. The sheriff looked at me. "Do you know who she is." He asked. My eyes looked at her pale bruised face, I large gash on her forehead. It looked as if someone had bashed her head in crushing her skull, killing her. Her eyes were open, looking at the sky, looking for anything she could take with her. I gulped.

"It's Jamie."

The Sheriff sadly looked at me. He actually knew Jamie. She was nice, always polite and never did anything bad, which was why she was sometimes boring. She was an example of the perfect daughter. But perfection doesn't belong in this world. So, she had to be killed. Gone. She didn't belong here. It was sad, because today was the two year anniversary of the kidnap of the mayor's daughter. She was this beautiful red head with green eyes. She went to my school for two years then when her father was elected she moved to the good school, North Bridge. Now today we would all morn the loss of both of them.