What happened last night? My memory seems to be failing me of late, I sometimes wake up in the morning and large chunks of the previous day are a complete mystery to me. It seems to be happening more and more often recently.
I stand in the kitchen and help myself to some water, it won't bring back my memories, but a nice cold drink always makes me feel better at the start of a day.
A loud scream breaks my train of thought, it appears to be coming from outside, it sounds a lot like Liz. I've been sharing a house with Liz and Mark for about 3 years now, I've always got on well with Liz, we often sit and watch TV together, but only really when Marks not around, I can't seem to get along with Mark, I used to try, but I don't get the feeling he likes me very much, I always just leave the room when he arrives now, it just makes things easier.
I run to the window and see Liz kneeling on the grass in front of the house next to a large shape, I think it's the shape of a man, a man lying on the ground perfectly still, a pool of blood appears to originate from what looks like a large bite mark on his neck, it looks like... is that Mark?
A crowd starts to form outside, a woman I recognise as living in the house next door talks imperceptibly into a mobile phone while pacing up and down the garden, she then presses the screen of her phone and kneels down to put her arms around Liz.
Sirens can now be heard in the distance, the sound of which gets louder as the vehicles come closer, the source of the first siren arrives in front of the house and a policeman quickly starts directing bystanders away from the scene.
I sit watching, mesmerised as more vehicles arrive, I watch as Liz is led into the house and continue watching as a cover is placed over the body of Mark and tape appears around the garden.
More and more people arrive, some taking photographs, others appear to just be talking to the gathered crowd, Mark is starting to be moved when a new vehicle arrives, a slightly larger van, out of which climbs a woman who grabs a long metal pole with a hoop on one end, she walks around the garden and speaks briefly to a policeman before stepping under the tape and walking toward the door.
It takes me a moment to realise that the door she is heading towards is our front door, it has felt more like I have been watching TV than something out of the window and it is strange as I come to the realisation that this is happening right here to people that I know very well. I can hear Liz talking and crying in the kitchen, I should go and greet this new visitor, see if I can help.
The door opens before I get there as the lady lets herself in, I stand and watch her enter, she notices me immediately and without saying a word she raises her pole and starts pointing the looped end towards me.
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