The World Through My Eyes

On my way home my mind zoomed with different little details about the crime scene, the dead body, a blonde female, was lying face down on the light, almost white cement, and there was a small pool of blood, about the size of a basketball on her left side, the wound I assume was on the left side of her chest, it probably punctured her heart, causing her to bleed out,
but right next to the blood, was a hand-print,

I remembered the cops conversing about it

“hey, look at this” said the first officer motioning to the print
“oh yeah, poor girl must've made it struggling to live” sighed officer two
“no, what if this is from our killer,” asked the first officer
“nah , doubt it, whoever this guy is was very diligent with cleaning his mess, he even wiped down the knife handle with an alcohol wipe to get rid of fingerprints” said the first officer leaving

but it wasn't the victims handprint, it couldn't of been, there wasn't any blood on her hands, in fact, her hands were well kept, they were obviously just manicured and, her hands along with the rest of her , were small, and dainty,
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he handprint was large, not too large but they were obviously made by a man, standing up and putting his hand on the cement to aid himself in standing, not a woman struggling to live, and if it had been the woman there would’ve been a mark from the ring she wore on her left middle finger, and there was no such mark, but on the bloody handprint on the ring finger there was a mark from a thick band, a wedding band perhaps or even just a ring that this man wore, maby a family heirloom, or something of that matter

and then something else clicked in my mind, the jordans shoe track, why didn't the cops notice that ?, that was obviously from a man, and the print was located a mere 6 inches from the handprint, which is the perfect distance from a mans hand and foot in a squatting position.

before i knew it i was standing at the front door of my apartment once again, i slid the key in the door to unlock it and walked in , involuntarily slamming the door behind me, i walked over to the couch which is when i realized that i had left my phone here while i was out and i clicked it on and i had a text from bob i clicked it

“hey dude! theres a crime scene at the park” it read

i locked my phone and decided to ignore my drunk friend, just as i was getting comfortable watching a new episode of law and order SVU
an extremely loud banging at my door that caused me to nearly fall off the couch, sounded through my apartment
i jumped up and walked over to my door to try and look through the peephole to no avail, thanks to my short stature i decided to just open the door, i poked my head through the slightly opened door and two cops stood in front of me

“c-can i help you officers?” i said in genuine shock

“yes, do you know a mr. frank iero?” the larger one belted out
“uhm yeah, i know him, why?” i said not wanting to give my identity up yet

“we need to bring him in for questioning due to evidence of him being at an earlier crime scene” the larger one again belted out

“well, i am frank iero,” i said

“okay sir you're gonna have to come with us” the smaller one said

“no. i dont know what your talking about” i argued

“sir your gonna either come with us easily if your gonna be arrested and forced to go” said the larger officer

“arrested!? under what grounds ?!” i exclaimed

“contempt of court” they said in unison, shocking me

“do i have to?” i questioned trying to get out of it

“yes sir” said the smaller one

“fine” i said

they led me into their car and we drove to the courthouse

“hey when does this start” i said to the officer

“about two more hours” he said

great i have to wait for two hours, to be questioned about something i have no idea about

Notes

okay so here it is, chapter two, im the other author ashlee, :3 i hope you like this, please leave some feedback

xoxo-ashlee