The Bloody Damsel

Fredrick Osei ............................ Time and time again has my time off been cut short always because of a dire situation at work. It is as though criminals themselves too desire to make us work more than our job demands of us. Upon my arrival at the scene of the supposed crime I am face and locked by a heavy downpour, the rain heavily fall against the ground then a fast streak of lightning making an overpowering sound a fallen thunderbolt creating a temporary light source revealing to my eyes the body of a young woman probably in her early twenties lying in a pool of her own blood. Spontaneous light from camera’s flash against her lifeless frame. In my mind I form three different evaluation of the situation. The first was that the young lady before me had enough beauty to turn some heads, the next is that she is a student who is probably always behind on her studies. Then the last is that her name is no secret to me. We were friends for sometime before she was declared missing almost 2 months ago. To sum it all up everything goes back to the school she used to attend. It all goes back to Simms Senior High.