Lydia's Collision: A Narrative Fiction

“We brought you here because Anna is studying you in class, and needs to ask you some questions .” Paisley said with a smile. “

“What are you doing here,” I asked softly. As she proceeded to answer, Brandy cuts around the corner and said,

She tightened her stomach and threw out her chest. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her back. After a while she began to dress, slowly. She put on her newest underclothing and her nicest stockings and the dress, which was the symbol of her prettiness. She worked carefully on her hair, penciled her eyebrows and rouged her lips.”

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

“Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little.

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

The feeling crept up on me, slowly, a suppressed whisper, a stifled scream. Hastening my steps I approach the scene, the stifled screams turn into a wail. I shudder. Then, all at once, it stops. The white wall of sound fades as I examine the scene. Crumbling stone, painted with layers of grime, haphazard mounds of trash, what a place to be killed. Uniforms litter the pathway, bagging, tagging, and searching. Searching for that one piece of evidence that will pin this guy down. Navigating further into the alley, I come to where the victim lies, her body resting amongst the carnage. A golden halo captures a youthful face, high cheekbones protruding from her creamy skin. Lipstick still staining her pale, lifeless lips. What once had been a true mark of beauty and youth, gone.

When Deborah wakes up, still in the cold pack, her legs and feet ached and her heels

"I found her lost in the woods surrounding my house, it was getting late, so I offered her a place to stay" Zach replies, a low tone to his voice.

"I always dress nicely for this one," he says gesturing toward Katie. "Now what happened to your other dress?"

Heath walked passed Luke so he could fill up his coffee cup. “That could answer our question why he and her went out the side window like they did.”

Sitting down with the other women who were talking in a low voice, Sophia struggled to keep from crying as they expressed their sympathy. All eyes were on Franco as he marched up to the nurse’s station and asked about his nephew’s family.

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

Isabella and Carter continue taking shots and drinking other beverages. Time passes and they are both intoxicated.

Closing the door behind us, Dimitri, Lilly, Serina and I all made our way to Lilly's 5-poster bed and sat down.