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Autumn stumbled getting up, clumsily she brushed off her pants..as if that mattered now..Trembling, she glanced around the room. The sun was bound to rise any moment and she was awfully nervous for some odd reason. Bad feelings aroused in her when someone was to find out she was..Suddenly, her eyes widened and she let out a laugh that was next to a pitiful attempt..This had to be a terrible dream! Why, this couldn't have happened, no, not at all! How silly she was being. Hesistantly, she approached her bed. The blood stained her clothes and her sheets..how odd the color looked. Drawing a hand downwards, she went to feel it, to see if it was wet. Frozen there, she could still feel the moist warm blood on her fingertips. She immediately drew her hand back in repulsion, looking at her perfectly clean hand. She inspected the hand..then the other, as if looking for some hidden code that was imprinted beneath her skin..but she found nothing. Nothing that would explain this dreadful situation. There was a rap on the door. Turning to look at it, her head tilted slightly to the side, as if not understanding what that meant. Her mother's sweet voice on the other side, beckoning her to arise and get ready. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks and she ran for the door, when her hand went through it. Staring at the door now and her invisible hand, she let out a scream of terror, stumbling back onto her butt. She sat there..there had been no pain, but it seemed..when she had lost control of her emotions and had really wanted to..she just went right through the door. Standing, she paused at the door, her mother rapping once more and telling her more firmly that she was going to be late if she didn't wake up now. She attempted again, but her hand merely clung onto the doorknob now, but she could not turn it..it wouldn't budge to her displeasure. She immediately stepped back when there was loud banging on the door, now her father trying to get her to open the door..Glancing down, she saw it was clicked locked. She tried to unlock it, but again, she couldn't. She merely watched in horror, her stomach in knots as her father banged louder on the door.
It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a ******** nightmare..and I'm going to wake up right when he opens the door..I'm going to get up and laugh about how weird my mind works and..
The door shot open, making her gasp in shock. Her father was saying something about getting the lock taken off when he stopped dead in his tracks. She saw it happen..she saw his face shift and turn into something she had never seen before. And he ran past her to the bed, yelling and screaming and crying all at once. Closing her hands over her ears she fell back onto the floor as soon as she saw her mother in the doorway, rocking back and forth and trying to drown out their screams of horror and sorrow and grief..Moaning in pain, she began screaming herself. She could feel their hands on her, but they were not touching her..they were touching her body. Their hands all over her..their screams in her ears..deafening..Louder she screamed, but it didn't block out their overwhelming pain directed at her. Her mother was sobbing and clutching her body and her father, now his shirt soaked in blood had gone out, tears soaking his cheeks to the hallway..she guessed to call the ambulance and police. Slowly, she stopped rocking and uncovered her ears, standing up on her shaky legs..She wanted to look at her mother, to run to her and hug her, but she knew it was pointless. Numbly, she could feel the pressure that her mother was putting on her body was fading..like a distant memory. Soon she wouldn't feel anything that her body felt..her body died more slowly then she thought, she supposed..Dumbstruck, she merely watched as the ambulance and police arrived, unable to move do or say anything..she merely watched with gloom as they took her body away, struggling with her mother who wouldn't dare let her go..

Rick sighed, walking into the office. He'd heard that his partner, Kate already had a new case. He'd heard a few details about it, the age of the girl and how she died was all he knew. He shook his head a bit after closing the door.

He looked over at Kate for a second before walking over to his desk just to the left. He opened a drawer, shutting it just as quickly as he opened it. It was empty as usual and he shook his head. He finally sat down, placing his feet up on his desk and staring at the ceiling.

"Can I see the folder of this new case?" His voice was a bit deep, cold-hearted in a sense. He wanted to see the pictures and read up a bit on the family. He knew he probably wouldn't get much information on any outside sources, but anything about the parents and the girl would help in some way. As at least it would tell how well they all got along. He didn't suspect the parents, but it'd tell something.

He was unaware of what was to come. He did know something was up, he could just feel that she wasn't going to put him on this case, not just yet anyways. He couldn't do anything about it anyways and sometimes they did pile up on jobs that it took them both to do a separate one.

He rose to his feet after a bit to walk towards the desk. She didn't like to have to get up and hand the folders to him personally when he could get up himself. He wasn't much taller than she was, maybe a foot or so over. "Headache?" He noticed she rubbed her temples, just shaking off the headache he had. He was use to them and much more pain. The way he acted towards things, the way he stood, the way he spoke, the look of his face, everything he did, said of him having a rough life. One where he was practically surviving on his own, hanging to life by a thread sometimes.

He looked over noticing another folder laying out. "You're putting me on a different case aren't you?" He shook his head a little. "If so, just give me the details you got and i'll get on it." He held his hand out, just waiting to receive one of the two folders to look at.

Rick sighed, grabbing both folders. He wanted to look at the new case she was needing him for but just left it at the bottom of the two. He walked to his desk and placed it in the drawer he had opened before. He figured he shouldn't let two jobs run in his mind at one time.

He opened up the folder, skimming through it slowly, taking up all the info it had which seemed to be a lot. He shook his head. He couldn't figure out why they couldn't give this job to someone else. It had all the witnesses needed. All that they had to do was connect them together and figure out which one was the actual killer. A few clues was all that was needed too and that was probably at the crime scene.

He got to his feet and headed for the door. "I'll be gone the rest of the week... I'll be back at the end of the week to check up on things. I should be close to wrapping up this case by then..." He opened the door up. "Then we can work on the bigger case when I get it complete..."

He faced her, just to see if she had anything to say. They both kept things short, but the most they talked was when it was about a job or something. Once she had spoke her words he was headed out the door and off to start with the case, long nights ahead of him.

Autumn watched all the police come and go, feeling all too weak to move at all, if even possible. Though she tried to convince herself still that she was asleep and dreaming, the thought slowly faded from her mind. Some part of her knew that it wasn't true..she was dead, but she lingered, hoping that mabye..just mabye it was a bad dream and she'd wake up soon. Hours past and her parents left, them both a wreck. THe police still stayed and blocked off the area until they found it necessary to leave with their evidence and all. Brooding over the matter, she tried to make sense of it, but couldn't exactly. She knew she should be feeling more..but it's like when she didn't feel strongly, she didn't feel at all..If her body was dead, what did that make her exactly? She figured perhaps now all that was left of her was her soul..perhaps not even that. More literal terms would classify her as a ghost..it almost made her laugh and she probably would have if she was still alive. But now she felt no need for it. She felt no need to even be here. If she was dead, she'd rather be in the here-after..whatever and wherever that was. She didn't want to see this. She didn't want to attend her own funeral, she didn't want to see her parents in so much pain, she didn't..Turning to the voice, she frowned, her brows furrowing. Looking down at herself, she could now tell she was transparent, the moon gleaming right through her.
"No no no..don't say that! Someone saying that makes it real and it can't be..it just can't be.." she shouted, covering her ears with her hands and walking in the opposite direction. She sat down on the bed with her back to the woman, rubbing her upper arms though it did nothing. She didn't feel it, but it somewhat comforted her.

Autumn was listening but she didn't show any sign that she had heard a word said by the woman. She sat perfectly still with her back to her, wondering if she concentrated hard enough that she could fall right through the bed. Trying not to think about it, she looked down at her hands with a tired sigh, though she was unsure of if she would ever actually feel tired again.
"No," she said, her voice muffled as she bent down covering her face with her hands, but not feeling it. She wanted desperately to feel her hands on her face but there was nothing. "I didn't see anything..the last thing I remember is laying down to go to sleep and when I woke up I saw myself dead..why am I still here? I don't understand why this is happening..And where did they take my parents? They would never have hurt me, if that's what they think! And I never..I never got to make up with my father and tell him I loved him..why can you see me and he can't?!"
Her whole "body" was shaking now, trembling with fear of the thought of wha would happen next. She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling things couldn't get much better. I mean, waking up to your own dead body..top that in the list of bad things. Slowly she stood up and placed her hand on the windowpane, not feeling the cold glass beneath her fingers, but seeing everything in great detail. She could see every blade of grass, every branch on every tree, every sleeping and non sleeping thing within the mile she could see. he beauty she had missed while she was alive..sickened her. She had never cared about any of this before, but now it surrounded and smothered her. She turned suddenly to Kate.
"You mean..you don't know who killed me? No one has found out.." she stopped suddenly, looking to her bed. The sheets had been stripped off and there was a blood stain still left on the matress.
"Please..take me to my body..I need to see..just please understand, I need to see.."