Striking Blue

3. CRIMSON BLOOD...

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?

There was nothing on my mind. There is no way this is her.....but the blue eyes! I inched closer to the body and bent down beside it. Tears welled up in my eyes. She was, oh god....was, she was my best friend. Her skin felt cold under my touch.

Suddenly, voices. Oh my god. My heart started pounding in my chest, my lungs started to cram up. I choked and sprang up from the floor.

I was really close to the door. If I tried, I could make it. I put my foot in front of the other. The voices. The voices got louder. One more step. Louder. I was tearing up. No no, one more step...come on.

Suddenly the door flew open and the lights turned on, as I hid behind the door. In came a girl of thirteen maybe. The same blue eyes, her sister. Hands over her mouth, a blue contact lens dropped to the floor. She stood there, staring at the body in front of her.

I shook myself awakeand tiptoed out the door. As I slid behind the stone dividing between twoneighboring flats, the sister looked back sensing disturbance. I noticed the neighboringfat's door was also ajar and slid inside. Fixing the door shut, I sighed inrelief. I turned and froze