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The warmth in those blue eyes was long gone, faded past the moment she found her lifeless body sprawled on the floor for all to see. Katie's eyes—they once held the night sky, a reflection of their nights on top of the rooftop. She could no longer see those stars that shone brightly against the pools of blue that rippled through her iris. Who did this to you? Questions remained unanswered as she slowly rocked herself back and forth, comforting herself as the shock of seeing a dead body—<i>her friend's dead body</i>—shook her to the core. Izzy had never seen a dead body like this. Funerals were different; corpses lying in an expensive coffin, open casket for the world to say their last goodbye before they were either buried or cremated; whichever comforted the ones left behind the most. Dead bodies in movies or tv shows were either well-made mannequins or actors that were only pretending.<br/>
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Katie was neither of those. But… Izabella had hoped she was acting as a cruel joke on them all. She could imagine her friend bursting into a laughing fit and rolling in the fake blood that seeped into every thread of her clothes. She wanted to hear that voice, the way she laughed and came to life. Where was the Katie she knew? What happened to the Katie that breathed the same air as her and talked shit about those that did them wrong?<br/>
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Haunted over their memories, Izzy could feel herself spiraling. It was those eyes that beckoned her to do something. Katie needed answers. <i>She</i> needed answers.<br/>
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Slowly, those eyes that were burned in her memory had been obscured by a familiar face. Izzy's green eyes refocused on the man shielding her from the gruesome scene. With his hands outstretched, almost as though she were fragile enough to break, Dan approached her gently. She studied his face quietly; the shock keeping her hostage internally as her eyes watched his lips as he spoke. Concern caressed his gentle tone as he looked after her, wondering about her well-being first and foremost. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his. He was also searching for answers, but there was nothing that she could do or say to settle his curiosity. It was only until his hand touched hers when shock finally released its hold on her mind. <b>"I don't… I-I don't remember anything."</b> Hesitant and frustrated, she didn't know how to help. Shaking her head, she was at war with herself; for the first time, she wanted to remember what she fought so hard to forget.<br/>
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As Dan shot up abruptly, she lifted her head and followed him with her eyes and then glanced over her shoulder to see more people surrounding them. She wasn't as surprised as Dan was considering she had observed them in the room before she came out to discover the body. Resting her chin on her shoulder and turning her torso slightly to face the others, she listened quietly as they spoke to each other, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was it a coincidence that they were all here at a crime scene?<br/>
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Shifting her gaze to Andrew, she watched him as he had the same reaction as she did. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Katie. Did he know her? Or was it because a crime had been committed and he was a cop smack dab in the middle of it? <i>Andrew was a cop!</i> With renewed vigor, her eyes widened as she was about to call him out in front of everyone. If anyone was familiar with a crime scene, it would be a cop. He could have some answers that she was desperately seeking. But she had to bite her tongue, bide her time as there were others that reacted differently, nonchalantly as though this wasn't their first time.<br/>
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Izabella flinched at the loud remark that bellowed from Dan as she stayed crouched on the floor, still hugging her knees close to her chest for protection. His voice that spoke to her gently before was now riddled with anger as he spoke to the others. She had to close her eyes for a moment, a few seconds, to calm down the looming headache that plagued her head. The situation at hand had sobered her up, but the headache remained. It was a mix of everything now: stress, partying, and Katie's dead body. Opening her eyes, she looked at each one of them. Apparently, they all shared a common thread, they didn't remember anything of what happened last night. Some knew bits and pieces while others, like herself, couldn't remember a single detail. The tension in the air grew as she heard Roxie question the room. She meant well, she did, but with everything that was going on it triggered Dan.<br/>
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Glancing up at him, she finally rose to her feet, gently placing a hand on his arm, comforting him as he did with her, <b>"Hey, hey,"</b> gently coaxing him out of his anger, she looked at everyone around them. <b>"I also can't remember what happened last night, but I do know I was probably with Roxie and Pierr—I mean, Theódore. We usually party hard."</b> She knew that her information didn't add to anything valuable, but perhaps it gave them an alibi that they were together. It would be weird to be at this club without partying with her friends. They were all high on fairy dust and there was a chance that they all did something the other didn't. Izzy couldn't give them concrete answers because as much as she wanted to remember, her mind wouldn't allow her.<br/>
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Moving her hand gently up to Dan's biceps, she gave him a gentle squeeze if he allowed her to touch him. Some people didn't want to be touched when they were upset or were forced in a corner to defend themselves. But she had hoped Dan would find comfort in their friendship to allow her to support him somehow. Turning her body to face him, she glanced back at the lifeless body, swallowing hard as she still needed that drink. She found herself drawn to watching those eyes again and it pained her to see Katie like that; her body on display as though she were the opening act of a carnival gone wrong.<br/>
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<b>"This is Katie… she and I were friends."</b> Pausing, she absentmindedly started grazing her thumb against Dan's skin as she spoke about her dear friend, <b>"I don't know what happened to her, but I need answers. I can't just let—,"</b> her voice started to break as tears threatened to fall, <b>"I can't keep seeing her like this without knowing what happened."</b> Her eyes darted from one person to the next as her tone of voice grew louder, pain laced between every word she spoke. <b>"If anyone knows anything—if anyone <i>remembers</i> anything, say it. Say it because I can't bear to fucking look at the person I once knew lying in the pool of her own blood!"</b><br/>
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The hand that was on Dan's arm was now pointed at Katie's body as her heart was strangled by fear, fearing the worst as she was in a room with people who either knew something or was as clueless as she was. The people that treated the situation casually made her skin crawl. She didn't understand how they were able to tuck their emotions away and treat things as though it was a normal thing to see. Seeing a dead body was not normal. Seeing her friend's dead body was <i>not</i> normal. The tears that wanted to break free were kept pooled in her eyes as she forced them to retreat. There was no way in hell that she would allow a bunch of strangers to see her breakdown in a vulnerable state.<br/>
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<i>Katie, wake the fuck up! Fuck!</i><br/>
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Turning away from them all, she was frustrated. Frustrated with herself as she wasn't there to protect her friend. Frustrated there was nothing that she could have done to prevent this from happening because she depended on drugs to keep her reality at bay. Frustrated because she was fucking helpless.<br/>
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What kind of friend was she?<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The warmth in those blue eyes was long gone, faded past the moment she found her lifeless body sprawled on the floor for all to see. Katie's eyes—they once held the night sky, a reflection of their nights on top of the rooftop. She could no longer see those stars that shone brightly against the pools of blue that rippled through her iris. Who did this to you? Questions remained unanswered as she slowly rocked herself back and forth, comforting herself as the shock of seeing a dead body—<i>her friend's dead body</i>—shook her to the core. Izzy had never seen a dead body like this. Funerals were different; corpses lying in an expensive coffin, open casket for the world to say their last goodbye before they were either buried or cremated; whichever comforted the ones left behind the most. Dead bodies in movies or tv shows were either well-made mannequins or actors that were only pretending.<br/>
<br/>
Katie was neither of those. But… Izabella had hoped she was acting as a cruel joke on them all. She could imagine her friend bursting into a laughing fit and rolling in the fake blood that seeped into every thread of her clothes. She wanted to hear that voice, the way she laughed and came to life. Where was the Katie she knew? What happened to the Katie that breathed the same air as her and talked shit about those that did them wrong?<br/>
<br/>
Haunted over their memories, Izzy could feel herself spiraling. It was those eyes that beckoned her to do something. Katie needed answers. <i>She</i> needed answers.<br/>
<br/>
Slowly, those eyes that were burned in her memory had been obscured by a familiar face. Izzy's green eyes refocused on the man shielding her from the gruesome scene. With his hands outstretched, almost as though she were fragile enough to break, Dan approached her gently. She studied his face quietly; the shock keeping her hostage internally as her eyes watched his lips as he spoke. Concern caressed his gentle tone as he looked after her, wondering about her well-being first and foremost. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his. He was also searching for answers, but there was nothing that she could do or say to settle his curiosity. It was only until his hand touched hers when shock finally released its hold on her mind. <b>"I don't… I-I don't remember anything."</b> Hesitant and frustrated, she didn't know how to help. Shaking her head, she was at war with herself; for the first time, she wanted to remember what she fought so hard to forget.<br/>
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As Dan shot up abruptly, she lifted her head and followed him with her eyes and then glanced over her shoulder to see more people surrounding them. She wasn't as surprised as Dan was considering she had observed them in the room before she came out to discover the body. Resting her chin on her shoulder and turning her torso slightly to face the others, she listened quietly as they spoke to each other, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was it a coincidence that they were all here at a crime scene?<br/>
<br/>
Shifting her gaze to Andrew, she watched him as he had the same reaction as she did. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Katie. Did he know her? Or was it because a crime had been committed and he was a cop smack dab in the middle of it? <i>Andrew was a cop!</i> With renewed vigor, her eyes widened as she was about to call him out in front of everyone. If anyone was familiar with a crime scene, it would be a cop. He could have some answers that she was desperately seeking. But she had to bite her tongue, bide her time as there were others that reacted differently, nonchalantly as though this wasn't their first time.<br/>
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Izabella flinched at the loud remark that bellowed from Dan as she stayed crouched on the floor, still hugging her knees close to her chest for protection. His voice that spoke to her gently before was now riddled with anger as he spoke to the others. She had to close her eyes for a moment, a few seconds, to calm down the looming headache that plagued her head. The situation at hand had sobered her up, but the headache remained. It was a mix of everything now: stress, partying, and Katie's dead body. Opening her eyes, she looked at each one of them. Apparently, they all shared a common thread, they didn't remember anything of what happened last night. Some knew bits and pieces while others, like herself, couldn't remember a single detail. The tension in the air grew as she heard Roxie question the room. She meant well, she did, but with everything that was going on it triggered Dan.<br/>
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Glancing up at him, she finally rose to her feet, gently placing a hand on his arm, comforting him as he did with her, <b>"Hey, hey,"</b> gently coaxing him out of his anger, she looked at everyone around them. <b>"I also can't remember what happened last night, but I do know I was probably with Roxie and Pierr—I mean, Theódore. We usually party hard."</b> She knew that her information didn't add to anything valuable, but perhaps it gave them an alibi that they were together. It would be weird to be at this club without partying with her friends. They were all high on fairy dust and there was a chance that they all did something the other didn't. Izzy couldn't give them concrete answers because as much as she wanted to remember, her mind wouldn't allow her.<br/>
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Moving her hand gently up to Dan's biceps, she gave him a gentle squeeze if he allowed her to touch him. Some people didn't want to be touched when they were upset or were forced in a corner to defend themselves. But she had hoped Dan would find comfort in their friendship to allow her to support him somehow. Turning her body to face him, she glanced back at the lifeless body, swallowing hard as she still needed that drink. She found herself drawn to watching those eyes again and it pained her to see Katie like that; her body on display as though she were the opening act of a carnival gone wrong.<br/>
<br/>
<b>"This is Katie… she and I were friends."</b> Pausing, she absentmindedly started grazing her thumb against Dan's skin as she spoke about her dear friend, <b>"I don't know what happened to her, but I need answers. I can't just let—,"</b> her voice started to break as tears threatened to fall, <b>"I can't keep seeing her like this without knowing what happened."</b> Her eyes darted from one person to the next as her tone of voice grew louder, pain laced between every word she spoke. <b>"If anyone knows anything—if anyone <i>remembers</i> anything, say it. Say it because I can't bear to fucking look at the person I once knew lying in the pool of her own blood!"</b><br/>
<br/>
The hand that was on Dan's arm was now pointed at Katie's body as her heart was strangled by fear, fearing the worst as she was in a room with people who either knew something or was as clueless as she was. The people that treated the situation casually made her skin crawl. She didn't understand how they were able to tuck their emotions away and treat things as though it was a normal thing to see. Seeing a dead body was not normal. Seeing her friend's dead body was <i>not</i> normal. The tears that wanted to break free were kept pooled in her eyes as she forced them to retreat. There was no way in hell that she would allow a bunch of strangers to see her breakdown in a vulnerable state.<br/>
<br/>
<i>Katie, wake the fuck up! Fuck!</i><br/>
<br/>
Turning away from them all, she was frustrated. Frustrated with herself as she wasn't there to protect her friend. Frustrated there was nothing that she could have done to prevent this from happening because she depended on drugs to keep her reality at bay. Frustrated because she was fucking helpless.<br/>
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What kind of friend was she?</div>
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