Suicide

Her jump from the balcony of eleventh floor became sensational news with speculations rising like fumes all over the city. Head first, she broke her neck on hitting the ground- it was a quick death. Flashes from old paparazzi cameras dazzled her black hair floating in the pool of her own blood.  Maroon taffeta gown waved in the cool autumn breeze over her body stirring the news coverage with speculations of a murder. Pale, contoured face stared blankly at the cameras as they zoom in to reveal the last look of fallen nobody.

Her identity was never discovered; no one came forward to claim her body or grieve on her death. Heartless forensic scientist loaded her up in a black plastic and carelessly put her in the back of a van. Off she went with her mystery.

“Tiffany? Get back in, your dad’s here.”  Her mothers’ muzzy voice woke her up from her day dream. Tiffany knew her mother was clueless about the whole incident, so she ran in to report every detail to her mother.

“Oh look,” her mother ran her fingers through Tiffany's hair “you need a shower.”

“No one came mom. Everyone was scared of what happened near the park.” Tiffany sighed.

“What happened near the park?” her mother nervously asked, expecting to hear a bad news. Only a few days back, there was a robbery in the neighborhood. Her voice got deeper as she asked, “Are you okay honey?”

“You jumped from the building in grandma’s maroon gown.” She said plainly, getting undressed for the shower. “Where’s dad?”