Just Another Day
"Another cold one!" Marco called to Tru, crashing through the doors into the morgue. Tru sighed, 'Another day in the office' she thought.
"Name?" she asked, unzipping the bag. She halted. Inside, laid the cold, dead body of a teenage girl, whom Tru guessed could be no older than fifteen.
"Poor kid," Marco observed, and then he went on to tell his co-worker the details.
"Fifteen year old Ellie Summers. Died around 1pm. No idea what caused the death, because, other than a fractured ankle, there aren't any clues? Looks suspicious. Can't imagine what kind of a physco would wanna kill a kid though." He tutted and then turned to leave.
"Tru, get some rest, you look dreadful." He said over his shoulder.
"Thanks, I'm flattered!" she called after him.
She looked at the body, "What happened to you...?" she started. Ellie's eyes flew open and she turned her head, her expression frantic.
"Help me!"
(Credits)
"Help me!" the words echoed in Tru's ears as she felt the familiar dizziness take over her. The day rewound.
"Morning Tru." Luke said, giving her a peck on the cheek, "Something wrong?"
Tru had a frown on her face as she got up, "Y-Yeah, erm, no. I'm fine." She put a smile on her face to put her boyfriend at ease.
She dressed quickly and passed on the breakfast that Luke was making,
"I gotta run, I said I'd meet Lyns this morning." He looked disappointed but kissed her goodbye.
She rushed over to the morgue and found Davis. She made him jump as she ran into the office.
"Do-over day?" he inquired.
"Do-over day." She replied.
"Ellie Marissa Summers, that who died?" he asked, tapping keys at his computer.
"Yeah, don't know how she died, didn't have a chance to look. She had a broken ankle, but other than that, there was no give-away marks that I could see."
"1630 Denver Street." Davis said.
Tru smiled and headed off.
"1630 Denver Street." She murmured to herself as she looked up at the big house.
The door opened, and she flashed back momentarily to the dead girl lying on the slab.
"Can I help you?" the girl asked.
"Yeah, erm, Tru. Tru Davies." She said, and thought she saw relief pass over the girl's face, before she invited Tru inside. She glanced at the clock as Ellie led her through to the den. 10am. Three hours to save this kid's life.
Tru wanted to get straight to it; Ellie only had three hours left of her life.
"You wanna drink?" Ellie asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Erm, no. Thanks. Ellie, I'm gonna tell you something, and it's gonna sound awful, but... You're gonna die today."
Ellie stopped mid-stride and turned, her head down.
"Well, aren't you gonna say something? 'Is that a threat?' 'Oh my God, what kind of sicko are you?'" Tru asked, confused. What Ellie did say, confused Tru further. All she did was half-whisper, half-choke...
"I know."
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Fayth.