B.D.

Chapter 1: A Little Too Similar

I never thought I'd be in this position. Standing, doubled over, vomiting practically everything I had eaten that day, didn't help with the press that had gathered due to a certain police officer. Once I was done with my own disgusting situation, I looked away from the street just to see her body again. I don't even know her name, but the position she's in at the moment makes me feel like I've known her since second grade. Ignoring the looks, questions, answers, just everything, I dragged myself closer to the body, stopping at the sidewalk separating the rich green grass from the dark black street. I'd prefer to vomit again, it was the famous Black Dahlia/Elizabeth Short case all over again. Of course, I wasn't even a fetus at the time of the infamous murder, but seeing something so closely replicated is just.. Horrifying. Practically everything was the same besides the location and appearance. Maybe the cuts weren't in the exact same place either. Maybe. Her face was basically left alone except for the forceful smile in surgical cuts along her cheeks. She was whiter than a ghost, cut in half at the torso, the most disturbing thing somehow was the fact that there was no blood. At least that's a reason I can accept for her practically looking like a mannequin at a haunted house. The only thing, or rather person, to bring me out of my trance of shock was my best friend's hand on my shoulder, ripping my eyes away from the horrible scene in front of me and turning my head to face Jason, having to look up as well. It's obvious he's as shocked as me, but he's trying his best to hide his feelings, "You good, Donnie?" He's my favorite person but he can ask stupid questions at times, "Yes, everything is coming up roses." I replied sarcastically, "And you?" All Jason did was shrug. Honestly, to others it must be surprising news that we'd even look at eachother normally, since we're completely opposite of eachother. His clean shaven face, sandy blonde hair, and tall stature, along with his bright blue eyes. Meanwhile, I'm just two inches taller than the average woman, hair so dark it's almost black, a beard that's just a little grown beyond a five o' clock shadow, he is the literal definition of sunshine and I'm.. Not. The fact he's the only person allowed to call me 'Donnie' must confuse other people as well, even more. Soon, he ends up turning away from the victim, unable to even glance at it anymore. Understandable, but I can't stop staring at her. I can't throw up anymore, I can't even tear up, I can't even look away, it'd be weirdly disrespectful to look away. Dragging myself closer, I can tell it was done by someone with plenty of medical experience. At this point, other people on our team would already  be looking through registered surgeons, doctors, even nurses. If it comes down to it, some might be looking through the dark web. I shiver out of the realization that she would've had to have been alive when the murderer drained her of her blood. Her bottom half was a few inches away from her- I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around, walked a few steps away, and threw up again, this time with Jason patting me on the back. The people who analyze the DNA are going to hate me, but, at least I didn't get any on the body so, hey. Jason ended up helping me stand normally, walking me to his car as I ignored the fingerprint dusters rushing to the victim as if they're just trying to get this done in over with. Sighing, I was led to the side of Jason's car that was facing away from the scene. Taking the opportunity, I sat beside the car, leaning my back against the passenger's door. My wonderfully tall blonde friend sat beside me, leaning against the car as well, I instinctively leaned into him, needing some kind of comfort at the moment, and I was just too tired at the moment from vomiting so much. I expected him to say litterally anything, stupid or not, but he didn't. He stayed silent. We stayed silent. Just enjoying the comforting silence we needed.