Post by Michelle Mackenzie (Admin) on Jan 29, 2011 20:42:16 GMT 1
CHAPTER ONE
Crystal cleared her throat and bit her lip nervously, she raised a fist slowly, hesitantly knocking on the front door. The blue flowery curtains were closed, as it often were.
She shivered, feeling her hairs on her arms stand on end. There was no answer.
Licking her lips, she tried again before fastening her leather red jacket. She suddenly wished that she had put on a pair of trousers instead of her light blue skirt and her sleeveless white shirt. Her shoes were not very warm either, her white high heeled shoes were all she could find that matches with her formal outfit. She shivered again; waiting impatiently outside the Tudor-fashioned house for Melissa to open the front door. She peered through the crack between the curtains and gasped. A shadow of a body was laying on the floor beside the dining table, and she wasn't moving.
Swallowing hard, she reached for her matching white leather handbag. She began to claw through her possession and finally grasped her mobile phone.
Crystal dialled the emergency number frantically, trying to control her breathing. The phone began to ring as she waited for someone to answer. The pauses between rings seemed to go on forever.
"Hello, emergency operator," a woman greeted at long last.
"Hello, thank god- I need an ambulance. I am at Melissa Gritts house- she is unconsious on the lounge floor and I can't get inside!"
The woman sighed, monotonously began to reply.
"Please hold."
There was another long pause before someone else finally picked up the phone.
"Ambulance services," a man greeted with a dull tone.
"Hello. I am outside Melissa Gritt's house. I think she is unconsious- I can see her through the curtains. She's not moving and I can't get inside the house.
Please, for goodness sake- hurry!" Crystal began to pant, panicking at the thought that the woman could be seriously hurt.
"Are you all right- you sound like you're having trouble breathing," the man said kindly.
Crystal rolled her eyes. "Of course I am not all right. I'm hyperventerlating and the woman isn't moving!"
'Was this man stupid?' she thought bitterly. 'There is a woman who could be in serious trouble in there- and he is worried about my breathing!'
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Nevermind what my name is- just get here, now!" Crystal growled, becoming more and more impatient.
Twenty minutes later, the ambulance came into view.
"Took you're time- I called over a quarter of an hour ago! What if she was having a heart attack or hurt or something?!"
The paramedics paid little heed to the woman's rantings.
"Is there anyone else inside?" they asked.
'Another stupid question,' Crystal thought bitterly.
"If there was- I wouldn't be standing here would I- I would have been let in the house," Crystal mocked.
"There's no need for that tone," the woman muttered.
They stepped away from the front door, and kicked it open with a loud bang.
The room had a strong odour of coffee.
"The coffee smells fresh," she mused, hurrying to the woman's side.
"Melissa, are you ok?"
The paramedics pulled her gently out of their way. Then slowly, the paramedic checked the unconsious woman's pulse on the side of her neck.
"I'm so sorry. Melissa isn't unconsious; she's dead."
The verdict of the woman's fate went unheard to her ears. She looked around. Melissa's cup was beside her on the floor, a long side a small puddle of spilt coffee. "Did you hear me?" The paramedic probed gently, "she's dead."
Sighing, she turned to her partner whilst Crystal stared around the room.
'She's dead,' echoed through her mind. 'Melissa's dead- and I never got to tell her the awful truth... I'm too late.'
Crystal swallowed hard, blinking back her tears. She could hear the police being called in the next room.
"Her husband will need to be told- and so will her mother and father. Mum and Dad are going to be devistated."
Before she could reply, the paramedic's partner entered the room solemnly.
"The homicide detective has been informed. They are on their way, and so is the Coroner."
"This is your fault," Crystal sobbed. "If you got here sooner, you could have saved her! You took too long to get here- it was an emergency and you took twenty minutes just to blooming turn up!"
"We left as soon as we got your call," the paramedics corrected.
"Then why did it take so long- you should have had your sirens on!"
The paramedics looked at each other, silently facing each other's guilty expressions on their faces.
"We couldn't get here any faster than we did."
Crystal blinked back more of her tears, though they rolled down her cheek as fast as she blinked.
Recoiling into a silent ball, Crystal felt as sick as the paramedics green uniform.
"There's nothing we could have done. We're really-"
"Don't you dare apologise to me!" Crystal interrupted tearfully. "Don't ever apologise to me- I am going to find out who did this! Got it!"
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Crystal cleared her throat and bit her lip nervously, she raised a fist slowly, hesitantly knocking on the front door. The blue flowery curtains were closed, as it often were.
She shivered, feeling her hairs on her arms stand on end. There was no answer.
Licking her lips, she tried again before fastening her leather red jacket. She suddenly wished that she had put on a pair of trousers instead of her light blue skirt and her sleeveless white shirt. Her shoes were not very warm either, her white high heeled shoes were all she could find that matches with her formal outfit. She shivered again; waiting impatiently outside the Tudor-fashioned house for Melissa to open the front door. She peered through the crack between the curtains and gasped. A shadow of a body was laying on the floor beside the dining table, and she wasn't moving.
Swallowing hard, she reached for her matching white leather handbag. She began to claw through her possession and finally grasped her mobile phone.
Crystal dialled the emergency number frantically, trying to control her breathing. The phone began to ring as she waited for someone to answer. The pauses between rings seemed to go on forever.
"Hello, emergency operator," a woman greeted at long last.
"Hello, thank god- I need an ambulance. I am at Melissa Gritts house- she is unconsious on the lounge floor and I can't get inside!"
The woman sighed, monotonously began to reply.
"Please hold."
There was another long pause before someone else finally picked up the phone.
"Ambulance services," a man greeted with a dull tone.
"Hello. I am outside Melissa Gritt's house. I think she is unconsious- I can see her through the curtains. She's not moving and I can't get inside the house.
Please, for goodness sake- hurry!" Crystal began to pant, panicking at the thought that the woman could be seriously hurt.
"Are you all right- you sound like you're having trouble breathing," the man said kindly.
Crystal rolled her eyes. "Of course I am not all right. I'm hyperventerlating and the woman isn't moving!"
'Was this man stupid?' she thought bitterly. 'There is a woman who could be in serious trouble in there- and he is worried about my breathing!'
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Nevermind what my name is- just get here, now!" Crystal growled, becoming more and more impatient.
Twenty minutes later, the ambulance came into view.
"Took you're time- I called over a quarter of an hour ago! What if she was having a heart attack or hurt or something?!"
The paramedics paid little heed to the woman's rantings.
"Is there anyone else inside?" they asked.
'Another stupid question,' Crystal thought bitterly.
"If there was- I wouldn't be standing here would I- I would have been let in the house," Crystal mocked.
"There's no need for that tone," the woman muttered.
They stepped away from the front door, and kicked it open with a loud bang.
The room had a strong odour of coffee.
"The coffee smells fresh," she mused, hurrying to the woman's side.
"Melissa, are you ok?"
The paramedics pulled her gently out of their way. Then slowly, the paramedic checked the unconsious woman's pulse on the side of her neck.
"I'm so sorry. Melissa isn't unconsious; she's dead."
The verdict of the woman's fate went unheard to her ears. She looked around. Melissa's cup was beside her on the floor, a long side a small puddle of spilt coffee. "Did you hear me?" The paramedic probed gently, "she's dead."
Sighing, she turned to her partner whilst Crystal stared around the room.
'She's dead,' echoed through her mind. 'Melissa's dead- and I never got to tell her the awful truth... I'm too late.'
Crystal swallowed hard, blinking back her tears. She could hear the police being called in the next room.
"Her husband will need to be told- and so will her mother and father. Mum and Dad are going to be devistated."
Before she could reply, the paramedic's partner entered the room solemnly.
"The homicide detective has been informed. They are on their way, and so is the Coroner."
"This is your fault," Crystal sobbed. "If you got here sooner, you could have saved her! You took too long to get here- it was an emergency and you took twenty minutes just to blooming turn up!"
"We left as soon as we got your call," the paramedics corrected.
"Then why did it take so long- you should have had your sirens on!"
The paramedics looked at each other, silently facing each other's guilty expressions on their faces.
"We couldn't get here any faster than we did."
Crystal blinked back more of her tears, though they rolled down her cheek as fast as she blinked.
Recoiling into a silent ball, Crystal felt as sick as the paramedics green uniform.
"There's nothing we could have done. We're really-"
"Don't you dare apologise to me!" Crystal interrupted tearfully. "Don't ever apologise to me- I am going to find out who did this! Got it!"
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