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Blind Homicides

Chapter 1: Bloody end, Clean Start

When I awoke earlier that morning, I was a little more then terrified. At first all I saw were the people with jackets that said CSI, searching my room.

It frightened me at first, so I only naturally hugged the wall beside my bed. That?s when I saw it; I lay there on my bed, covered in dark red ooze.

It spread out over my blankets and sheets, over the bed an over onto the floor. From they?re the once clean carpet was stained with blood, my blood.

?No,? I whispered to myself. ?This can?t be happening.?

That at the time seemed very awkward to say. What was happening? I really didn?t understand. I was pressed against the wall, freaked out of my mind, with what seemed like a mirror image of myself beside me in a pool of blood.

I turn to the doorway where I saw my father and brother staring at me, or the body. My bother Kyle was so young, but he looked all the younger with his face red with tears. My father looked so sad and hurt as will, with his tears being fought back, his lip trembling.

?I?m sorry sir, you and your son will have to leave until our search is over,? a woman told my father. ?You can come with me and I?ll fill you in will what we have.?

My father obeyed, so naturally, Kyle followed. I was confused then ever, didn?t they see two of me. Didn?t they see me?

?What?s going on?? I ask myself. The pressure was building; I could feel it. I was going to explode and it was going to be hard to control myself afterwards. And then finally, the bomb went off. ?WHAT?S GOING ON??

As I suspected, no one heard me. They continued to search through my things, looking for something. I fell back onto my bed and covered my face with my hands. I was confused even more. What happened the night before?

I didn?t go to a party, I didn?t drink anything, as far as I knew, and no one gave me any kind of drug.

I jumped up as I heard a scream. The people with the CSI jackets did as well and rushed to the window. Instead I ran down the hall and out the open door. I stopped at the front porch and stared out at my yard.

Crime scene tape was everywhere around the front yard. People from the area were behind the line. They whispered and told each other secrets rumors to the other.

Police cars, an ambulance and the CSI labs trucks were lined up alone the street. My eyes widened at the sight, there was no explanation for the whole thing. Yet I was about to get the biggest shock wave of them all.

The one who screamed was my best friend, Kya. She was still screaming; her boyfriend and my friend held her back. He tried to clam her down. Yet that wasn?t working.

?Sage let me see her,? Kya screamed. ?I want to see her.?

?Kya calm down, let the crime lab do there job,? he told her. ?Just face it, Vitas dead, she killed herself.?

I assure everyone I would have died at that moment if it weren?t for the fact, I was already dead. Things cleared up pretty quick; things made sense, all but one thing.

When did I ever kill myself, or want to kill myself? I had a good life, rough at times, but all in all, I was happy. ?No,? I thought. ?This isn?t right.?

Before I even knew it I was in my room again. I stared at my body. My eyes closed, I looked peaceful and calm, like I was still sleeping.

The blood coated my body and bed as well as the floor. A shiny object lay beside me. I never noticed it before, beside me was a knife covered in blood. It was more like a jock knife, a simple tool you could get anywhere.

?Hard to believe a kid with so much felt alone and lost,? a middle-aged CSI agent said. ?Captain of her soccer team, straight A student, friends.?

?They say that someone will so much can become just as depressed as someone with nothing,? a man replied.

?Still, she showed no signs, from what family and friends said,? the woman sighed. ?What else is there to think when it comes to no evidence of forced entries or fingerprints? Only her prints on the knife.?

?We can?t get too involved, we simply follow the evidence.?

My heart fell hard, everything was pointing to me killing myself. This wasn?t right. I wasn?t going to get justice, and they weren?t going to even try to fight for it. All because I supportably hated life and took my own life.

?You idiots,? I whisper. ?You need science for your job, yet you?re so stupid!?

?We?re done here, let?s get the body, knife and bed sheets out of here,? a woman said. She had a badge that said chief CSI.

After they cleared out the evidence from my room, I sat on my bed and stared into nothing but space.

I did this a lot in life. I?d go somewhere special or new and stare into space and think. I was now too, but I didn?t have an answer. What was I to do? Was this my hell, or heaven? Or did the light not just come to get me yet. Maybe I was in limbo, or this was life after death.

What ever it was, it was depressing and I wasn?t dealing with it will. My father and brother weren?t either. My father was now letting his tears fall free. That made Kyle cry harder.

This was killing them, my mother and now me, two people in two years. My mother died of cancer in her brain. She told my brother and I not to fear death, embrace it, you?re going to be a better place.

Well if this was a better place?what was better about it? I was the only one not crying? Not that I could cry anyway.

I wasn?t sure if I could, but I doubted I could. I also didn?t think I could laugh, but I suppose finding out I died didn?t help either.

So here I was, sitting on my bare bed with not even a mattress, not that I noticed any discomfort. I was dead after all. What comforts did I need?

I stand after a few minutes and started to wander around. My home is dark, not a light is on, my family is gone, but I don?t know where. It?s not like I could just ask them.

The more I explore my death, the more depressing to comes to me. Was this how it was like for my mother?

Around so many yet you feel alone. Lost and alone, scared and curious. That?s what I felt like through all the moments. I wanted to cry, after all the stuff I endured in life, that all I wanted.

For once, I just wanted to cry, as if I were a small child?yet I knew I couldn?t?

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I spent the next few days wandering around the town. The case was closed, and I officially killed myself to the still living mortals. My family spent the days planning the funeral, while I watched.

My friends cried, and I stood by and watched. I could after all do nothing. Kya cried, Sage held back, but comforted her. Fellow students cried and paid their respects to my family.

Today was the day of my funeral, so there would only be half a day at school. Sol I sat in the courtyard and watched as classmates walked into the school, talking with friends or entering alone.

I sat under a tree when I saw a few students in my homeroom come into the courtyard, Kya, Sage, and Aya from my soccer team. Kids I knew, kids I should have taken the time to learn about.

Yet then I saw him, the loner of out school. He was in my math class, but I never got his name.

He was quiet and shy from what I?ve heard and he didn?t have friends in school. I suppose few knew much about him, he kept to himself a lot.

He always wore his long trench coat over his school uniform. He always had his simple and plain glasses.

It was early spring and so it was cool out, from me only it was like still tome, it didn?t feel like anything. Yet as I almost imagine the coat on me, I knew it couldn?t have been warm out.

He was slow walking in, as if something was telling him to go slow. He finally stopped, but then he did something I never would have expected. He turned and stared at me.

I looked around not believing he was staring at me. I blinked to try and see what I thought I was seeing correctly. I was.

He dipped his head for a second before raising it and turned away before continuing to enter the school. It was as if he just bowed in respect.

My eyes were wide, I was sure. He was the first to see me or seemed to see me in such a long time. I wasn?t sure if I was seeing things or not.

I didn?t know what to think, so I did the only thing that came to mind. I followed him inside the school.

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I lost him in the crowds of students, even thought I could walk through them. I didn?t know what class he had, so I simply wandered around the school went to my first period class for a few minutes, but left bored when the teacher called for a janitor to check on the heater.

I think that was my fault because I?ve heard about places becoming cold when spirits were around. It made sense, or it made a little sense to me.

I saw the lounge and sat on the bench near it. And again, I sat and thought, I thought about what I should think about, yet now everything in my life seemed pointless now. I sighed deeply.

?Vita.?

I looked up as I heard my name. There he was, the boy in my math class, the one who saw me earlier. I stood and stared at him.

?You can see me?? I asked, my mouth felt awkward from not talking in a few days.

He simply stared at me, ?Isn?t that why you were following me? You want to me to talk to your family and friends.?

?No! Wait! You can do that??

?I can, but I?m not aloud,? he said. ?It?s the rules. Isn?t that why you?re in the school??

?No, I came to see my friends,? I told him. ?Why??

?Well, first off, I always have spirits following me around.?

I stared at the guy, never once had anyone seemed so sad, not as much as him. I never knew him; I didn?t even know his name.

?So Vita, why?d you kill yourself?? he asked. ?I never would have thought you were so sad.?

?Well maybe because?I didn?t kill myself,? I hiss angrily.

He didn?t seem quiet surprised. He fixed his glasses before nodding, ?Though so.?

?I see lots of spirits, you?d be surprised how many were considered suicidal victims, but were murdered or accidental. So Vita, from what I hear from your crime scene, I?d say murder.?

?That?s what I heard at the scene,? I say. ?But there?s no evidence anywhere someone else did it.?

?Don?t you know who killed you??

?No, I didn?t even know I was dead until I heard Kya say it.?

?She was at the scene??

?Of course she was, her best friend died.?

?I was just asking.?

I didn?t like this guy even more so he was the only one I could talk to. He seemed to be really nosy.

?I awoke like this, I studied, went to bed and died, I didn?t know how, and I just know it wasn?t me who did it.?

?That?s a little strange, usually spirits know who killed them,? he explained.

?Well I guess I t was an act of god then, because I didn?t kill myself!?

I turned from him; I didn?t want to talk to this guy again, ever! Yet I realized he was the only one I?d probably ever talk to again, even thought he seemed very rude.

?This how you treat all spirits you run into?? I asked.

?No, usually I invite them over for tea,? he replied.

I rolled my eyes; his attitude was bothering me more and more every moment. I really wanted to punch him right about now; cause all he was proving to me was being dead and being around him sucked!

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Blind Homicides

Chapter 4- Angels in the Arts

I hadn’t been to an art class since grade eight, and found myself way beyond amazed by all the talent in the room. My art classes were forced classes, so I didn’t know to many artists in my classes, but here everyone was good in there own styles and own ways. There were so many lovely styles were everywhere in the room. I haven’t even realized that Fuji was an artist. It was kind of neat to watch him do such fancy art. He seemed to like black ink, since he was sketching a figure with his pen.

I thought it was beautiful the way he let his curves flow like so. It was truly beautiful, especially to me, who had no drawing bone in my body. He drew a soft womanly figure. It was lean, and looked very natural, not perfectly, but natural.

“Where’d your model from,” I asked.

“The angel sitting by the window,” he replied in a whisper so the rest of the class didn’t hear.

“Oh,” I replied, as if an angel was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t see an angel when I had walked around the room earlier, but then I looked again, and there was a young woman sitting by the window, with long following black hair, wings that were spread out on the floor, long and light looking.

“Why is she here?” I asked.

“She’s always here,” he replied in a whisper. “I don’t know, but since I first came here four years ago, she’s been sitting in this room.”

“You’ve never tried to talk to her?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I can only see angels,” he explained.

That’s where our short conversation ended that class. Fuji seemed slightly upset by me talking to him on such a subject. I liked to push his buttons, but I also knew when to stop. And now was then.

Of course something he said has stuck with me. He said, ‘I’m pretty sure I can only see angels.’ Did that mean I wouldn’t talk to the angel? So later that night After Fuji went to bed, and Sasha sat down to read I had already begun my journey back to the school.

The walk went by fast, and I rather enjoyed the walk in the night. No noisy cars, buses, people or other disturbances to keep me from enjoying my walk. So I wandered through the school, a few janitors still cleaned through out the school.

They were just finishing p so I didn’t get much of a chance to do anything to important, like practicing my powers. I didn’t want a few janitors to quit because they thought the school was haunted. I’d feel guilty; I knew they worked hard for a simple living.

The halls were dark of course, so I just used my memory to remember where to go. I stopped at the door and sighed to attempt to make things feel better. I was a little nervous, after all why would an angel always be in an art room and never leave. It made no sense to me.

So of course I was looking for answers, and maybe I’d help her too, if I could help her that is. After all what could a lost spirit do for a lost angel? We couldn’t show them the light; we couldn’t find the light ourselves. Or so I heard Sasha say.

I pushed my courage to the limits and went into the room, I easily fazed through the door, the only thing I learned on my own. I was a little surprised that I spotted her right away. A light surrounded her beautiful figure as it shun brightly. And her wings were spread out as far as they would go. They shun like silver, and I could only stare in awe.

I didn’t have to say a word; the angel turned to me and stared with a very unemotional expression. “Your that soul that was with Fuji, weren’t you?”

I stared as in awe as I was when I saw her the first time that day. I nodded my head, “Yes.”

She didn’t say a thing after that she simply stared at me. To be completely honest it creeped me out a little bit. I never knew what she was thinking. “What brings you here?”

“Well, Fuji told me that you’re here everyday and I was wondering what an angel is doing here instead of in heaven,” I told her.

“It’s true, I’m not in heaven, but only because I choose not to be,” the angel told me. “I died here fourteen years ago, I can’t leave here because it is not only my saddest memory, but it was also my favorite place to be.”

“But who are you?”

“I was a teacher who died in the shooting that took place here fourteen years ago. I was a mother of a three year old who was at the school daycare. He was lost in the commotion, but found me. I was already dead,” she told me, as I let out a gasp. “But he knew I was alright. He could see my soul.”

“See you?”

“My son,” she replied. “I am Fuji Endo’s mother.”

This is a book. I'm already writing the sequel.

If I was book editer I would publish this book, but I'm an animation editer so that wont do... sweatdrop