Chapter Two: Dorothy’s Crime

...Chapter Two...

..."Between these crimes, someone's crime saddened me since it brought back memories of a time when we were together."...

First Person-POV;

After 6 years, I eventually found the orphanage I was looking for and went on to work as a detective. Things have been difficult for me to look after the homicides and other crimes since I've become a different person without Dorothy alongside me, and I can't help but miss her. Her gentleness and entrancing voice made me cry just thinking about it. Being a detective appears difficult for me, knowing that I still have something to offer, but the misery of my relatives has left me weak.

I'm not sure what the future holds for me because of my unhappiness. "Dionne Rain, I was wondering which family I came from," I said, puzzled.

Even though I still have my colleagues to help and care for me, I won't be able to overcome my trauma of losing someone close to me. Dorothy, however, will always be in my mind.

"Hello, Detective Rain, it's time for another crime," says Detective Anderson, who is also my partner in crime and the one who recruited me for the job. He may appear threatening, but he is always focused on his work.

I can't help but examine him whenever there's a crime because I was afraid that something would happen to him and I'd lose myself when he died out of nowhere.

"Are you still thinking about it?" Come on, Detective Rain, we still have work to do." He took my hand and led me outside to view the crime while he drove the car to get to the crime scene as quickly as possible.

"Detective Anderson, what is the victim's name?" "We still don't know," He reply, "but someone reported that there's a crime scene in this city's area." I frowned, and he continued driving till we arrived at the neighborhood. While Detective Anderson examines the body, I'll ask the relatives for their personal information so that I can learn more about the victim.

As I approached the victim's relatives, I chose to inquire about the victim's fate before inquiring about the victim's personal information. "How did she pass away, Miss?" "I don't know," She said, I sighed again, "and when I returned here, I was horrified to discover her blood along the road here." She was whimpering, and I groaned again, but I couldn't allow her misery overtake me.

"And what is her name, Miss?" "Dorothy Aphelion, she is my adopted daughter," I said. As I was writing down the information, I realized her name was Dorothy, which caused me to drop the paper. Tears streamed down my face, and I ran to the inspection to see her face, which was there. "Dorothy.. "Why did you abandon me...?"

While attempting to carry her, I noticed a pool of blood on her body, she was pale and white, her warmth had vanished, and when I saw her face, I was shocked. It's the same face I've seen before, but I never expected our first meeting to be like this after all these years.

Although Detective Anderson may not understand me, I never stop whimpering until he approaches me and asks whether I'm okay. He seemed concerned that I was crying continually while holding Dorothy in my arms.

While the cops were checking it, he urged me to get go of her, and I did so, but sadness flowed through my body. We were then instructed to return to the police station to clarify Dorothy's personal details.

Despite the fact that it took us two and a half hours to get there, Detective Anderson is still concerned about what happened earlier. "Detective Rain, here's your handkerchief," he said while attempting to communicate with me, but all I could do was remain silent.

"Come on, Detective Rain, I know you're strong enough to overcome this trauma," he said, despite the fact that I was the only one who doubted myself and believed I couldn't. My eyes welled up with tears, and I couldn't help but cry in front of him. "Detective Anderson, what if it's Dorothy, the one I saw at that crime scene?" "What if it's Dorothy, the one I saw in that crime scene?"

He then hugged me unexpectedly; I'm not sure why, but I hugged him back because I was tired of the trauma of losing someone because of me.

"If it's really her, why don't we confront the relative and tell us that you're the orphan who left Dorothy to her?" Detective Anderson put it simply, but I don't feel like I could do my job properly, and when I learned that Dorothy had died, I felt like I needed to rest. "How could you say it so casually when I couldn't bear looking at her lifeless body again, Detective Anderson?"

We told the police the information about Dorothy Aphelion, my best friend, as we moved down the hallway toward the cops. The cops looked over my notes and told me I could leave now, but I informed Detective Anderson I'd be asking the relative more questions because I needed to expose that I'm the orphan she met six years ago.

"Are you Miss Aphelion?" I'd like to ask you a couple of questions concerning Dorothy's life." I inquired as I scribbled down further details regarding the events leading up to this occurrence. When I grew intrigued about it, I had the impression that the woman was uncomfortable with it. "Are you okay with spreading the facts on her, Miss Aphelion?" "

I took a big breath and said, "Yes, and after all, you're the detective." She began speaking, and I listened as she gave me a few facts about herself.

"Dorothy Aphelion lives her life to the fullest there, savoring every moment, but she misses that orphan." I heard her name was Dionne, but I'm hoping to visit her soon. She is pleasant to be around and shows concern for my adopted daughter. I'm hoping to see her and express my gratitude for her care. This made me weep so hard just saying that.."

I took a deep breath and tears streamed down my face, prompting myself to grab my handkerchief, fearful that this would go on indefinitely, but why can't I stop crying when I heard Dorothy was gone in an instant? I tried to hide my tears as I said, "Thank you for this information, Miss Aphelion."

"And also, I'm Dionne Rain, the orphan you met 6 years ago." I couldn't contain my emotions as I walked away from her and left her like that. I sat in a chair, desperate for more answers, but I knew this was enough for me. "Detective Rain-" I saw Detective Anderson running down the hallway, checking on me. I could tell he was still concerned about my safety.

"It's true, Detective Anderson, I'm the orphan she met 6 years ago," I continued as I whimpered at him, and he tried to console me by telling me to go home because he might be the one to investigate this crime instead of me. "But Detective Anderson, I could still do anything!" I exclaimed. " However, I couldn't help but slip into the vents to hear more information, even though I knew it would put me in distress.

When I sneak into the vents and crawl for approximately 12 minutes, I notice Detective Anderson and Miss Aphelion discussing Dorothy, the victim. Dorothy, my long-lost dearest friend from the first orphanage I visited, is now resting with the angels, but I'm sad I won't be able to feel her warmth in these times, and I hope we'll meet in another dimension where we'll be reunited.

"Are you Dorothy Aphelion's sole relative, Miss Aphelion?" "I am, and in fact, I want to know this orphan," she said, "many staffs have said she is a misbehaving orphan-" I made a quiet noise in the vent, interrupting their conversation; how could I be so clumsy in such a situation, but I decided to back down and return to the hallway where Detective Anderson last saw me.

I heard a few people muttering about the noises in the vent, but I refused to be terrified; instead, I needed to stay strong and make sure no one had seen me go on the vent earlier. Although I didn't hear nearly enough, I assume Miss Aphelion is on her way to find me now.

"Can we talk about this current crime, Detective Rain?" " I got a shiver and turned around to see one of the officers in this station, which made me feel uncomfortable talking to him. Knowing he was close to catching me going into the vents earlier. "Sure, Officer," says the officer, "but we'll talk about it when Detective Anderson arrives."

We both headed down the corridor looking for Detective Anderson, and I found him in the inspection room, where he appeared to be pretty busy at the time. "Officer, I believe we should discuss this after the inspection is over." He nodded and went away, but I chose to exit to give them more time to chat privately.

Someone grabbed my hand as I was about to walk away, and I recognized Detective Anderson. I realized he had finished inspecting, and I should've just let the Officer go, but I had already done so. "I saw you with someone, Detective Rain, and who is it?" "It's one of the cops from this station," I explained, "and I believe he wants us to talk about our latest victim, Detective Anderson."

We both went looking for that officer, and we located him just in time; we were both relieved that he wasn't busy, and we walked right up to him. "Officer, I heard we're having a conversation; you should tell us what it is," he remarked as I remained silent.

I realized I was shivering in front of them because I wasn't paying enough attention to their conversation. "Detective Rain, you weren't paying attention to our conversation." But why did I get distracted in the first place? Perhaps I really require some relaxation now that Dorothy is no longer alive. "I'm sorry Detective Anderson, I think I'll have to go home," I said.

"Of course, Goodbye Detective Rain, we'll see each other tomorrow," He said as I nodded and waved goodbye to both of them, Detective Anderson and Officer, and walked away, oblivious to the fact that Detective Anderson returned with waving at me. I suddenly observed that the lanes had darkened, and I had forgotten that I had not driven today. "Well done, Dionne; you can't even walk down the street alone," I said, ashamed.

On reality, I no longer want to walk alone in the streets, and I recall that woman from 6 years ago who made me believe that she may appear out of nowhere, but what if she did? I spotted a figure of a woman walking alone and moving closer to me as I walked through the streets, but I couldn't let dread consume me; all I had to do was be calm and make no noises around me.

"Damn it, someone's here," I mutter, then ask, "Dionne?" What a delightful surprise, you've developed a ladylike appearance." I was taken aback, and her features resembled those of Raleigh, the explorer I met. However, I knew these people 6 years ago, and I ran into them again today at a difficult time. I couldn't help but feel compelled to ignore her.

"You still feel awkward, how clever, but I need you tomorrow night," Raleigh said quietly, but I couldn't face her. My head tells me that I shouldn't be more awkward around her because she may be important, but why? Isn't she just a curious person? "What are you looking for?! Isn't it possible for you to just leave me alone?! " I stated it without hesitation, but all she did was laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more.

"Don't worry, you'll see Dorothy soon," she said, sending shivers down my spine. I was afraid she would do something to me, but my inner self said I shouldn't be worried about anything, and why should I? Should I pay attention to my outer or inner self? I worried until she mentioned anything else. "Wait, what did you say, Raleigh?" Are you implying that I'll die soon? "

"It's only a possibility, Dionne," I replied quietly, "but I hope you're willing to come tomorrow." She answered, "I'll go if my schedule isn't too tight." I sighed and rolled my eyes when Raleigh started laughing out of nowhere. I felt something across my body when I realized it was already midnight. Then I notice Raleigh is no longer in this area when I look around. I'm assuming it's her curfew?

I'm still interested who killed Dorothy, but why do I have a feeling it's one of the suspects? I have a feeling Raleigh was the one who killed her, so I could be emotionally damaged by her death, but I won't allow it take me fully, but what if she's the suspect I'm looking for?

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