Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 21:30:47 GMT -6
Part One
Jamie always greeted officer Jackson and his partner Juan at the Neighboorhood Coffeeshop, when she bought coffee and baked goods. Everyday before school they would talk as Jamie waited in line.
Jamie always greeted officer Jackson and his partner Juan at the Neighboorhood Coffeeshop, when she bought coffee and baked goods. Everyday before school they would talk as Jamie waited in line.
That is until the morning of April 7, 2008.
Jackson was suspicious when she didn't greet them at the shop. Then, when he called into the high school later to make sure she was okay, and was told she hadn't come, he became worried.
Jamie lived with her Mother, Stepfather and Stepsister. She would always write poems about life and dreamed of becoming a philospher or poet.
Jackson and Juan stood on the front porch of Jamie's house the next day after Jamie once again hadn't greeted them,or gone to school,waiting for five minutes, then ten after they knocked, before forcing,the door open. The house was eerily quiet.Normally, Jamie's stepsister Ella would be running around the house before school. Her mom and Stepfather preparing for work.
As Jackson and Juan ventured into the living room, then dining room, then kitchen there was noone and no noise. Then, the smel hit them. It smelled of decay and rot, of death.
Jackson and Juan pulled their guns and made their way to Jamie's room.
The door was slightly ajar. Jackson slowly pushed it open and what he saw terrified him. Jamie sat in fetal position on the bed, knees to her,head. Her normally shining brown hair was dull and cut unevenly. Her glowing skin and flawless complexion replaced by a pale cut and bruised, cover of flesh. Her eyes were wet and cheeks tearstained.
She looked up. A large cut on her forehead visible.
"Where are your parents, jamie?"
"Rrr-room,theirs."
Juan nooded to Jackson and went to check her parents' room.
Jackson was suspicious when she didn't greet them at the shop. Then, when he called into the high school later to make sure she was okay, and was told she hadn't come, he became worried.
Jamie lived with her Mother, Stepfather and Stepsister. She would always write poems about life and dreamed of becoming a philospher or poet.
Jackson and Juan stood on the front porch of Jamie's house the next day after Jamie once again hadn't greeted them,or gone to school,waiting for five minutes, then ten after they knocked, before forcing,the door open. The house was eerily quiet.Normally, Jamie's stepsister Ella would be running around the house before school. Her mom and Stepfather preparing for work.
As Jackson and Juan ventured into the living room, then dining room, then kitchen there was noone and no noise. Then, the smel hit them. It smelled of decay and rot, of death.
Jackson and Juan pulled their guns and made their way to Jamie's room.
The door was slightly ajar. Jackson slowly pushed it open and what he saw terrified him. Jamie sat in fetal position on the bed, knees to her,head. Her normally shining brown hair was dull and cut unevenly. Her glowing skin and flawless complexion replaced by a pale cut and bruised, cover of flesh. Her eyes were wet and cheeks tearstained.
She looked up. A large cut on her forehead visible.
"Where are your parents, jamie?"
"Rrr-room,theirs."
Juan nooded to Jackson and went to check her parents' room.
He returned a couple minutes later after calling dispatch and an ambulance.
"They're dead, cut up and bloodied like hell." Juan told Jackson.
Jackson put his hand on Jamie's shoulder, "Who did this?"
She looked at him and locked eyes, wild and startled she said strainfully and roughly,"Behind the curtains."
"They're dead, cut up and bloodied like hell." Juan told Jackson.
Jackson put his hand on Jamie's shoulder, "Who did this?"
She looked at him and locked eyes, wild and startled she said strainfully and roughly,"Behind the curtains."