3am

Chapter 1: No Memory

          "Now, Jade tell us what happened last night?" One of the police officers asked. He put some photos in front of her. "Perhaps this will help." The pictures show her family's corpses, which include her mother, her father, her sister, and her baby brother, who was two. Jade stared blankly at them for a while, not knowing what to say. She's still in a shock of the murder that had just taken place. She looked at the clock that was placed nicely on the wall. It appears to say that it's half past 8 in the morning. "Jade, this is important; you'll need to tell us what happened around 3 am. If you know anything that will help, we need to know," the officer asked.

She faced the officer once again. "I don't remember that night, it was a blur," she told him as he raised his eyebrow at her with suspicion. Her dark brown wavy hair draped over her shoulder and was resting on them as she was fiddling with it nervously.

"Are you sure you don't remember?" he asked. "If you're lying to me, then you can get into big trouble."

"I'm telling the truth. I don't remember," Jade replied.

The officer was nodding his head, "Okay, you may go. Your aunt is outside waiting for you." Jade stood up a little wobbly from sitting there for so long without eating. Her feet hurt, and so did her stomach, which had some scratches on it. She had no clue how they came to be. The only reason why she thought that she couldn't remember anything was that she probably had knocked her head somehow during the night, but why didn't the murder try to kill her as well. Was it because they thought she was dead? Or that they needed her alive.

Jade headed out the door but stopped when she saw her aunt standing there talking to some guy. Jade felt uneasy when seeing this guy like she has seen him somewhere before. His dark brown hair and his body structure all seem too familiar but still can't put her finger on it. She can't remember because of her memory loss. She sign, when she slipped her hand into her pocket. "Ow!" she said as she pulled back her left hand that snugged into the bag. She stared at her hand that got the many cut. "How did this happen?" she asked herself. She opens her coat pocket and saw something shining; she slowly pulled it out. It was the glass that came directly from her house window with the sticker of Winnie the Pooh that she placed on it when she was younger, and it covered with blood. She was so excited when her mom gave her that sticker. She informed her that she would stick in on the window to remember her forever.

Finding this doesn't make sense to her since the police were searching her for evidence, and they didn't find anything on her. She stared blankly at the glass and noticed some writing on it. It reads: 'Thanks to you and your lost memory, I'm not behind bars. Remember our promise; I bet you don't.' Jade quickly put the glass back into her pocket before any police officer sees the bloody mirror in her hand. Her aunt finally noticed her. "Oh, Jade, come over here," she said, waving her hand. She walked over, somewhat uncomfortable to where her aunt was, "This is Mr. Davis." The guy smiled at Jade; by looking at his smile, she already figures something out about him. He's hiding a secret.

"Have we met before?" Jade asked.

"No," he answered with some sweat dripping from his cheek. The way he's acting was what caught her attention but mostly the massive cut on his right leg. It looks fresh like it had happened in the past twenty-four hours or maybe even less. There was no doubt about it; this cut has to be related to her family's death. He had gotten cut by something sharp, and it happened to be wide too; by the how big and deep the cut was.

"How did you get that cut? It must be painful, and the object must be very sharp to cause that," Jade said, pointing down at the mark. Mr. Davis looked down at it and suddenly had a worried look at his face.