The Vanilla killer

Rotten neighbor Siblings

The two siblings simply amazed me, they were siblings they shared the same parents and same DNA, matter of fact they were twins, fraternal twins they looked nothing alike. Patrick was tall and thin, a recluse and hardworking shopkeeper at Mr Barnes Bakery in lower Bath, Rosey was short and fat, a loud mouth and lazy unemployed camper, who occasionally took care of her flowers, the two lived in the same area where the closest neighbors to each other and hated each other with a passion, infact if there was someone Rosey disliked more than me it was her brother Patrick " I seriously hope you die Patrick " Rosey would say " I hope someone hacks off your head from your neck and leaves your rotten brains hanging loose for vultures " she said during one of their most recent fight. Mingling less bouts of explosive arguments from two people who shared the same womb at the same time, yet no one could insult or hurt Patrick or Rosey, if one tried the siblings would fight that individual to the death, they had issued but somehow they always defended one another, me and the rest of the neighbors knew to steer clear of the pair or avoid crossing thy other twin in fear of evoking the wrath of thy other twin, so whatever they said or did to each that was not kind we made sure not to try to involve ourselves as they would fix it in the only way they knew how, so we just learnt to chuckle at their banter and seriously disregarded it as nothing less than sibling rivalry and paid it no mind but yet sinisterly exactly three days after Rosey uttered those words Patrick was found dead in his small two bedroom flat next door to his sister, his head as prophesied by his sister had been hacked off with an axe, it lay meters from his body, the head was missing one eye, where the left eye had been was a gapping hole. Inside the gapping hole was a strategically placed flower, strikingly similar to those that Rosey had in her garden, a white orchid... a vanilla orchid. The police believed the killer had placed the flower in Patrick's eye socket as a marker and had in turn kept his missing eye as a souvenir. Rosey was inconsolable, she cried a lot and like many of my neighbors I was sad to learn that Rosey loved and cared deeply for her brother despite their countless disagreements " I know what people have been saying" she said to me " they say it's crocodile tears" she said the morning of the memorial service when I came to pick her up and give her a ride to the service, on the drive there she told me " Patrick was my brother, I loved him with all my heart, when our mother died we were only eighteen, I left home and returned ten years later to find Patrick broken and doing drugs, it was because I came back to Bath that he stopped" she said in-between desperate bitter tears " I only came back to Bath because I didn't want him to amount to nothing, so he wouldn't be alone, I may have gave him hell for that decision but I don't regret it and everything I said doesn't change the fact that I loved him" she said convincingly, I was conflicted by Rosey's sudden disclosure of such intimate information but simply reasoned that it was her grief that led her to confide in me, the one person apart from her brother she didn't particularly treat kindly, so despite my old reservations about her I believed her testimony to be true. Over the course of ten days from the day Patrick was found murdered, to his funeral and thy aftermath I grew closer to Rosey and learned more about Patrick and Rosey's lives and backgrounds, they had both apparently lived in Bath since their births, Patrick had dreams of being a doctor whilst young and vibrant Rosey wanted to be a model, glossy pictures of a much younger Rosey in her photo album painted a different picture of the woman we all knew as w*********h in Bath, far from her unruly current self, Rosey was slim and devastating beautiful with flowing long blonde locks and deep grey eyes that could piece and literally melt any hardened heart, it begged the painful question "what happened?", well Rosey's answer was simple, after high school she got a modeling contract with a top modeling agency, with towering dreams of being the next supermodel, she left for New York and within a few months she had modeled for ten of the best designers, her career was alive and bustling when she received the devastating news that her mother had died in a car crash a year later, after returning for the burial and returning back to resume her career, her grieve and sorrow led her to the wrong crowds far from finally owning the fashion scene after a string of no shows and late drunk arrivals at casting calls, she was dropped by her agency instead of returning soon after to Bath, she chose to stay longer at the city, dating a wasted has been actor, who beat and controlled her, she stayed with her abuser for nearly a decade before he left her for his next victim, broken and bruised, she got the help of former friends who helped her get into rehab to fight her than drug problem, finally clean she left New York to return to her hometown to find her twin brother had succumbed to the same fate she left behind, she helped him get clean and helped him found work, yet whilst Patrick's life got back on track Rosey's life continued to nosedive and soon she found herself doing vile things to survive until she was medically handicapped and put under disability benefits and the rest was history as per say.