Gone

*Additional information for people who've read my story before. 1. I have changed my story from Dutch to English. 2. There have been changes to the characters.*

As I opened my eyes I suddenly began to realize that there were unknown men in my bedroom. Some of the men wore long black coats with badges around their neck and others were wearing police uniforms. "What the heck is going on?" I asked with a slightly nervous undertone. But nobody would response. "Go away." I said agitated while I slowly got up. Again no response. Was this some kind of sick joke? letting strange men in MY bedroom. Well... they weren't totally strange. I recognize some of the policemen. They work with my father. He is the captain of our police department. But still.. why are they in my bedroom? " Get out of my room!" I yelled while pointing my finger to the door. Again no response. I scoffed. "This isn't funny. You guys are sick. If this is my fathers idea of making a joke I'm going to be so pissed. "

As I stood up I noticed a huge blood stain surrounded with small puddles of blood. Further down the room were a couple of shoe prints that were covered in blood. "Ooh great! You guys are letting this joke go too far. Who is going to clean up this mess?! It sure as hell ain't going to be me." One of the men of the police department stood right in front of me. He was wearing glasses. I looked at the reflection in his glasses. What I saw was my bed. I couldn't quite make out what it was that laid on my bed but it looked terrifying. Slowly I turned around and that's when I saw it...

This is a story about a girl named Lilith Waters. She is 18 years old and has been brutally murdered.
Yet she is still present on earth. Left behind with only two things. Questions and more questions.