Hello! This is me attempting to write a Criminal Minds fan fiction, featuring the lovely and handsome Spencer Reid. So bear with me, I'm not very good at this type of stuff. Send in reviews, and enjoy the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds in any way, shape, or form. The character Alice Blaine, and other OCs are mine, though. :)
My name is Alice Blaine. I have light brown hair, that's kind of feathery and light, that reaches a bit past my shoulders. I have obnoxiously bright green eyes, and freckles that cover almost my whole face. I stand at only five foot, two inches, and I'm pretty skinny. I live in a small cliche town in Virginia. This year, in the year 2005, I turned 18. And this is my story.
It was a nice summer evening when it happened. When I heard the screams coming from the back yard. Now, I lived in a nice neighborhood. I had the biggest back yard, the one everyone would come over and play in when we were all young. It used to have the biggest swing set ever, but now there's a pool and a huge shed, where we have a pool table and ping pong table. There's even a tv in the shed. But things were going on in this shed that I didn't know about.
I lived with my father. My mother took my younger sister and left me with my father when I was six, not being able to stand him, or me, I suppose. I hadn't heard from my mother since she left. I'd get a post card from my sister once in a while, from all over the country. My father was a decent guy, I figured. He worked full time at the local fishing store, along with his life long friend, and he liked to take walks and bring home injured animals for us to help. But things started getting strange around the time I turned 15. He became distant. He refused to look me in the eye. It was all very odd to me.
Now those screams I mentioned. It was a lovely summer evening, warm and breezy, a high of 78. I was just relaxing in my room, sitting on my bed reading some Lewis Carroll when I heard them. The screams. I thought it was just my father watching tv, so I ignored it, not thinking anything of it. Then it happened again. Screams, these ones different. I began to feel...just feel something in my gut. I needed to go to these screams. I put the book down on my bed and went down the stairs, to the back door. I walked slowly, trying to find the screams. They continued to get louder and louder. I followed the sound to the shed and I paused outside the shed door, putting my hand on the doorknob. I felt my body begin to panic. I stood almost paralyzed. My heart beat began to rush as the screams got louder. My breathing got so shallow that I began to have trouble breathing.
Suddenly, the screams stopped. Like they were cut off. Silence. The only things I could hear was the blood pounding in my hears. Then I heard footsteps. Loud footsteps, like my father's. They were getting close to the door, and I began to panic even more. The knob to the door began to jiggle a little, opening. I let go, dropping my hand. I felt an adrenaline rush course through my body. Fight or flight. I felt my breath hitch, then all I remember after that is my flight.
I ran all the way to the police station in town. It was a small town, so the station was one you'd find on the main street. Robin Avenue. That was the main street. The station sat in the middle, next to the barber shop. Typical cliche small town, right? I ran all the way there, three miles in my flip flops. The adrenaline kept me going. I began to cry on the way there, and I had trouble breathing, but I had to keep running. I ran straight into the station, and when they asked what was wrong, I couldn't even tell them. I wasn't even sure myself. The chief sent cars to my house, and I was still crying. A woman sat me down into a chair, and I just cried. I cried and cried and couldn't breathe. I waited for my father to show up, my uncle, someone. Then I remember hearing the words, "Three girls, found in the shed. All raped and slaughtered." And that's when I passed out.