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9pm
A loud train horn wakes me up and I notice that I'm soaking wet. I try to look around my surroundings, but it's dark out and the only thing I can really see is a dim street light, maybe 20 feet away from me. I try to stand up, but something in my right hand cuts me. Ignoring the pain in my hand, I manage to stand up. My clothes, whatever I'm wearing, clings to my body, as well as my hair.
I quickly pat my body, making sure I have no injuries and to my surprise, I have none, well besides my palm. I'm just in the middle of the road, soaking wet and in the middle of nowhere.
When I pat myself checking for any injuries, I noticed I don't have any personal belongings on me.
"Where am I?" I ask myself. I start walking towards the street light and I notice I've got a small limp. Okay, my leg or foot must be injured. When I finally get to under the light, that's when I finally see what's in my hand and what caused my palm to get cut. A white rose.
Looking down at my hand, I notice what I'm wearing. I'm wearing a rather large white ballroom dress. The dress has large puffy sleeves, thinning out to my hands. The waist of it is so damn tight, I'm surprised I can even breathe. The bottom part of the dress is so puffy. There's lace on the top of it, barely covering my breasts, but it's still covering me up. Down the right side of the dress, is a trail of blood that the rose caused me.
What am I doing wearing a ballroom dress in the middle of the street? I think to myself. Looking down at the dress, I get a 'Giselle' vibe. I didn't come from a drain, or from another, animated world, did I? I jump at the sound of another train horn blaring past. I turn around to see a train station behind me. Okay, so I must be close to a suburb or even to a city. I wonder what the time is...
"Excuse me Miss" a voice says behind me. I jump again and turn around. Standing there, is a police officer holding an umbrella.
"Hello" I say, relived. "Where am I?"
"Your on Palm Row in Springbank" the officer tells me. I nod my head and I half turn around. That doesn't help me at all. I don't know where I am at all. "What's your name Miss?"
My name? My name is...God, what's my name? Why can't I remember my name? Did I hit my head?
"I don't remember my name" I say, turning back to face the officer. Under the street light, I look at the officer. His dark blue shirt, his black khaki pants and his broad-brim hat. Could I trust him?
"Do you know how old you are? Where you're from? Your parents even?" he asks, question after question. I look at him with a confused look, before nodding my head. Over head, there's a crackle of thunder, making me jump.
I follow the officer back towards his car, which is an actual police car, and I get into the backseat. I manage to fit inside the car, even with my large dress. I place my hands in my lap and I can't but wonder why on earth I'm still holding onto the rose. The officer gets into the driver's seat and he starts the car.
"What's your name Sir?" I ask. He looks at me from the rearview mirror and he gives me a soft, gentle smile before responding,
"Right, my name is Officer Matthew Porter"
Matthew Porter. The first person I've met so far. We sit in silence as he drives to the police station.
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20 minutes later
He opens the door for me and he helps me out of the back of the car. I quietly follow him into the station and the bright LED lights makes my eyes hurt. I squint my eyes for a few minutes before the lights no longer hurt me. I quickly follow Officer Matthew into a quiet room and we both sit down.
"Can I take your prints so we can find out who you are?" he asks. I nod my head and he stands up and gets it all started.
2 hours later
Sitting in another quiet, cold room. The air con is on and it's making me shiver a lot. The small room I'm now sitting in just has a small desk in the centre of the room, two chairs facing the window and there's a small filing cabinet in the corner on the room. Officer Matthew left the door opened a little, so I don't mean to eavesdrop, but it's kinda hard not too.
"Is that the girl you have in there?" a voice asks.
"Yep. How do I explain to her what her background is?" Officer Matthew quietly asks. I stay in my seat and I just listen.
"What is her background?" the voice asks. It's quiet for a few minutes before I hear the other voice mutter a 'oh my god'.
"How do I tell her?" Officer Matthew asks. "Her life will become upside down, even more so then from when I found her"
"Sweet Jesus this poor girl" the other voice mutters. "Want me to come in and try to help?"
"Please" Officer Matthew sighs. I hear the two of them start walking back towards the room I'm in. I keep facing towards the window but I hear the door close as the two of them walk in. Officer Matthew walks behind the desk and sits down, facing me. The other Officer, walks to the chair next to me.
The room falls into a weird silence and I just twiddling the rose between my fingers. I run my thumbs over the thorns, being careful not to cut my thumbs.
"Officer Matthew, what's going on?" I quietly ask. I look into his hazel green eyes and he just gives me a sad look.
"We ran your prints" he starts saying, "and they told us that your name is Jade Davis. You are 21 years old and that you are-"
A loud bang comes from somewhere in the police station. Then another bang, and another. There's screams, shouts and more banging. The banging sounds like gun fire and before I know it, Officer Matthew and the other officer are running out of the room. A few minutes go by and there's two more shots.
My gut feeling is telling me that Officer Matthew and the other Officer are dead. I hope I'm wrong. God please tell me I'm wrong. I slowly stand up from the chair and I try to quietly make my way to the door. As I get to the door, I peak outside the door to see Officer Matthew's body laying on the ground, in a pool of blood.
"What the fuck?" I mutter to myself.
"Come out Jade! I know you're here!" a voice shouts from somewhere in the police station. My breathing becomes heavy and ragged as I try to think of a way out of this hellhole. My dress is almost a dead giveaway of where I am.
I look back around to the desk and I notice a small stationary cup, and in that cup are some scissors. I walk over to the desk and I grab them and I just start cutting away at a reasonable length.
The dress now goes to my knees and is no longer as puffy. The fabric that I've cut is now pooled around my ankles, giving me a quick chance to see my shoes, and to my surprise I'm just wearing simple white 6 inch heels that has a few rhinestones on it. I drop the scissors onto the dress fabric and I bend over to take off my shoes. Once my shoes are off, I walk back over to the door and I quietly sneak out of the small, cold room. I walk down the hallway and as I walk past bodies that the random guy who knows me, has killed.
"Jade! Where the fuck are you!?" the man shouts again, sounding a little further away. I get to a door and I try to quietly open it, which to my surprise, does open quietly. I stick my head out a little and to my complete shock and utter surprise, I found a broom closet. Why couldn't it have been a door to outside. I let out a small sigh before quietly closing the door and I start off down the hallway again.
I'm quick to find another door, but I don't get my hopes up. I quietly open it and it's just another broom closet.
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20 minutes later
I finally found the back door. I walk out, leaving the crazy man that somehow knows me and I just walk away from the police station. Where am I going? I don't know. I'm more at a loss of who I am and where I come from. I'm more confused about myself. Hell, I don't even know what my hair colour is, or what my eye colour is as well!
I need to find a safe place for the night. Away from that crazy man who killed all those police officers....which speaking of, how did one man kill all those officers? Unless....there was more people.....oh my god...
"Hi baby" a voice says behind me. Before I could turn around, a bag is thrown over my head and my wrists are tied together.
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