AN: I don't own them, I don't profit from them but I want too.

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Chapter 1

I sat on the edge of the bed for what felt like days. It mustn't have been that long though. Time really has no meaning now.

The first person to find me was my friend, Kelly. She came to the door of my bedroom, saw me, and ran away back down the hall screaming. A little melodramatic don't you think? But then again, I am a mess. Blood everywhere and the way I am spread eagled and naked… very undignified.

From where I am I here her crying into the telephone, calling the police, barely able to string two words together. She really did care for me. She is a good friend. I want to go and tell her I'm OK, but looking back down at the bed, it is pretty obvious I am not. You see, I was murdered a little while ago.