I said goodbye to my dear friends and foes, I may have cried a little. I said bye to Harry, Nathan, Mary, little Jonathan, Danni, Emily and everyone I have become close with for the past 19 years. I'm 19 now, I have to leave and venture the world on my own, I walked down to the curb and turned back, taking a big breath, they were all smiling and waving, I smiled and waved back, griping my suitcase tighter as I made my way down the road. I felt weird now, kinda empty, leaving all that I loved and hated behind. I walked by the snowy footpath, making my way into the city, there were building everywhere, people as well roads were packed, I kept walking until I saw the word 'HOTEL' on top of a building, I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me, the warmth from the wood fire made me calm and warm immediately. I walked to the counter and put my suitcase down as I reached for the wallet in my warm jacket as a woman approached.
"Hello dear" she smiled
"Hey…I was wondering how much is it for three nights here?"
"24 pounds love" she smiled again. 24 pounds? You've got to be kidding me.
"what rooms are available for that price?" I asked
"we have one room at the top of the building, it has a kitchen bathroom and kitchen"
"I'll take that then" I smiled
"Alrighty, that'll be 24 pounds" she showed me her hand, I pulled out 24 pounds from my wallet and put it in her hand. She put it in the cash register when I noticed the newspaper in the stand, it read 'Jack the Ripper killer strikes again' I picked it up and quickly browsed over the word 'Murder' 'unknown' and 'only aged 22'.
"would you like to buy that dear?" the lady said. I looked at her and realized she had a name tag that said Tracey.
"u-uh, yes please"
"well that'll be 3.50"
"alright" I bit my lip and passed the money to her in pennies this time, they filled my pocket. I grabbed the newspaper and the key as I made my way up to the room; I put the key in and turned it, walking into where I think I'll be living in the next few months if I get a job room. It was a big room, the bed on one end, lovely paintings which seemed to be fake Picasso since this place is way too cheap, a handy lil' kitchen and bathroom is the little room in the corner I suppose. I put my suitcase on the bed, took my coat off and sat at my wooden dining table with the newspaper. The date at the top read 'April 25th 1888' my birthday, yep, this story is recent. I started to read the story behind the Jack the Ripper killing.
'Sarah Way, aged 22, was found massacred this morning in her bed, there was a clear-cut incision on the neck. It was six inches in length and commenced two and a half inches in a straight line below the angle of the jaw, one half inch in over an undivided muscle, and then becoming deeper, dividing the sheath. The cut was very clean and deviated a little downwards. The arteries and other vessels contained in the sheath were all cut through, almost the same as many Jack the Ripper killings.' I dropped the newspaper and froze. What world have I brought myself too, who would do this to innocent people. I folded up the newspaper and put it in the bin. I looked at the time, 5:00, I could stop at the local bar for a beer or two, I put on my coat and scarf, grabbing my key and wallet, walking out and locking the door behind me. I made my way down to the lobby, Tracey was gone and some other lady was there, I looked at her quickly then made my way out the door, shivering at the cold and slipping my hands into my pockets, looking down as I walked down the London road. I looked up at every sign I saw until I saw 'BAR & INN' I smiled slightly and walked in, taking my jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack from the overwhelming heat from the room. Men were drinking their beers and brandy's, woman with their vodka and cocktails, I made my way to the bar counter, the bartender looked at me.
"may I help you young lad?"
"yes, may I please have a beer"
"what type"
"whatever is delicious and cheap" I smiled slightly
"coming right up" he grabbed a beer glass and filled it to the top.
"that'll be 4 pounds"
"bloody cheap my ass" I mumbled as I passed him the 4 pounds then grabbed the beer, having a sip as I sat at the counter.

I looked at the time 7:00pm, I finished my second beer and got up, grabbing my coat and scarf, putting them back on and made my way out, the dark London city night was dark and cold, the lights made it easier to see luckily, I made my way back down when I heard a faint scream from behind me, I turned my head back. The road was quiet, this person may need help, I bit my lip and turned around, walking quickly to where I heard the scream. I ran up the alleyway and saw a body lying on the ground.
"fuck…" I whispered as my breathing got heavy, I breathed more shakily as I approached the body. I swallowed the lump in my throat, I grabbed the persons arm and flipped it over, screaming in fear as my eyes welled with tears. I couldn't tell who it was, her lips were cut off, eye cut out, stomach ripped open. Jack the Ripper…I felt sick, the gore and blood was horrible. I ran up to the Police station, pushing the door open, a man was in his chair sleeping. I shook him, he woke up slowly.
"what are you doing here kid? What do you want?" he groaned.
"I-I found a body, sliced apart, in the alleyway near the bar & inn"
"oh blimey, I'll get right on it" he got up and went to the telephone, making calls. I wiped my eyes and started to shake in fear. Jack the Ripper, how sick and twisted do you need to be?

I sat around the police office for at least two hours, getting asked questions and so on. The detectives are trying to identify the body. The sheriff came out to me.
"we discovered who it is. Tracey Watson 50 years of age"
"w-wait, you mean Tracey from the hotel?"
"yes, she was killed at around 7, am I correct?"
"that's when I heard the scream. Yes."
"alright then, we have the right information. Our good man Ben will take you home of you'd like?"
"no, I-I think I'll be 'right, thank you, anyway" I got up, my hands still shaking from what I saw. It wasn't much because of the darkness, but it was gruesome enough from what I could see. I waved goodbye and made my way quickly down the road, breathing heavily and shaking from the cold, I could see my own breath, that's how cold it is. I walked with my head down low, tears started to fall. Shit, I can't believe Tracey's dead. She was killed, she had a whole life to live, she seemed so innocent, like she wouldn't hurt a fly. Jack the Ripper clearly, is not so innocent, what caused him to be so destructive? That voice will be stuck in my head forever though, that scream…