Nikki Alexander groaned and buried her head in her pillow, pulling the warm duvet covers further up her body as her alarm blared out. Realising even the dense covers and pillow wouldn't drown it out, she stuck her hand out into the cold air and fumbled around for the clock. Raising her head slightly she saw it was half past six. Groaning again she remembered it was her day off and she hadn't turned the alarm off the night before.
"Brilliant" she whispered sarcastically and tried to block out the sounds from outside. The occasional car driving past, the birds and her neighbours from across the street having another row.
"Inconsiderate neighbours" she murmured to herself as she heard the wife shout
"Well if you weren't down the pub every night then I wouldn't need to 'get it off' with your brother, as you put it"
A few more shouts later and a door slammed shut. A dog started barking from down the road and Nikki realised she wouldn't be getting back to sleep.
"So much for a lay in" the blonde woman thought and crawled out of bed.
Ten minutes later she wandered into her kitchen and started to make herself a coffee. Reaching over, she flicked the radio on just in time for the news.
"The body of a young woman thought to be in her twenties was found early this morning. A neighbour found her in the early hours, no more details have been released as of yet"
Nikki poured out the boiled water into her mug and placed it on the breakfast bar, the news ended with the weather.
"Today we will see heavy showers with some sunny intervals in the afternoon. With a high of 15° and a low of about 4°"
Nikki glanced out of her window and sure enough she could see the dark clouds filling the sky.
Meanwhile in the lab Harry was being handed the details of the woman laying on the slab in front of him. After two cups of coffee he was ready for a long day and turned back to the silver table the woman lay on. He looked at the body and frowned, then looked down at the clipboard at her details. Female, Caucasian, 5"4' blonde hair, brown eyes. He stopped reading and placed it on the side before picking up the scalpel. He placed his hand on the bare shoulder and took a proper look at the face of the deceased woman. Something clicked in his brain and he drew the scalpel away.
"Bloody hell"
Leo walked through the door to the viewing platform for the autopsies as he head Harry swear.
"Harry?"
The man looked up quickly.
"Are you alright?" the older man asked and Harry frowned, then nodded
"Yes…yes I'm fine"
Leo dropped the subject and nodded to the body
"Is that the one from the flat?"
"Yes" Harry said shortly and looked down again.
Leo nodded
"I've put the suicide note in your desk drawer and locked it, no ones read it yet"
"Thanks"
When nothing more was said the older man walked out with a frown on his face.
An hour and a half later Harry walked into the lab and over to his desk. Taking out his key he unlocked the drawer and took the note out. Slitting the envelope open he sat down on his chair, opened the letter and began to read.
To whoever may read this,
My name is Mary Dawkins, well that's the name I grew up with. My father met my mother in South Africa, he was already married though and I was told he had a young daughter. My father loved my mother and for the first few years of my life everything was perfect. Sure, my father kept leaving to go back to his wife and daughter but he always came back to us in the end. He told my mother he loved her, and she was happy to play the 'secret lover'. When I was seven I was told we were leaving South Africa, I cant say I was pleased. I had lived the first years of my life here and had friends. My mother told me it was so my father and her could be together properly, I was happy with that thought and agreed to move. My father sold his house and often wondered if he cared about his wife and other daughter, he just left them with no where to live. A week later we flew to the United Kingdom, London to be more precise and we lived in a house my father had brought us. It all went downhill from there. My mother found out from friends of hers back in South Africa that my father was wanted for fraud, both there and in the UK. He tried to explain and mother let him stay. Five years past, they were a wonderful five years but I could never understand why my father would send a card to his daughter every Christmas. He had left her hadn't he? A month after my twelfth birthday he was found and sent to prison. My mother got sick and her health declined rapidly, she died seven months later. I was sent to a children's home and was adopted by two very nice people. Anne and Jonathan Dawkins, they were childless and made me feel like their own. I left school at sixteen without many qualifications and flitted from job to job. I started with drugs, just a few to start with, then more and more until I couldn't stop. This is where I am at the moment, twenty-four a drugged up, parentless girl with no chances in the world.
I am sorry Anne and John and I never meant to disappoint you. You were wonderful to me. Thank you.
If anyone wishes to locate my father and tell him the news of my death then the police will know if he is still in prison or not. Most probably they will be investigating my death anyway. If it is a police officer or the like reading this letter then my fathers name is Victor Alexander.
Underneath was a signature and date.
Harry stared at the piece of paper in front of him and brought his hand to his face and sighed.
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Writtergirl99 how is that? just the first draft so there are probably spelling mistakes and what-not.