24 September 2012
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My name is Rachel Turner and I was 24 years old when I was murdered.
I worked in telesales, a job that although I enjoyed it, was not planning on doing for the rest of my life. Although what I did want to do was anyone's guess?. I was a believer in what will be, will be.
I loved keeping in shape and was maybe thinking of training to become a personal trainer?.... right up until my death it was merely an idea floating around my head.
Both my parents were dead, they were killed in a car crash when I was 19. The only family I had was my older brother who I wasn't that close to, maybe it had something to do with the 9 years age gap...who knows?
My two cats Mulder and Scully were like my babies, they were brother and sister. My best friend Sylvie let me have them as her cat had kittens unexpectedly, Sylvie didn't want them so I did. I adore those cats and my poor babies were there when I was murdered.
On the night I was murdered, I had been to the gym after work as usual and had an excellent work out. I always felt great after a workout and often waited to get home to enjoy a blissful soak in the bath.
I hadn't realised that my killer had followed me home and had done so many times, he knew exactly how to get into my home via a small window at the back of my flat.
My flat was at the end of a quiet street, that backed onto fields, there were only four flats in my building but it was in a beautiful spot, I fell in love with the place straight away.
When I got back from the gym I ran a bath, and lit four candles and put in some bubble bath. I undressed in my bedroom and then put on my Morcheeba album and slipped into the bath.
Lying there listening to the music I'm unaware of the stranger that has entered my flat, thinking back Mulder and Scully were acting strangely and kept mewing and pacing the bathroom floor but I just thought they were wanting their supper.
With my eyes closed and enjoying the music and the warm bath, I begin to relax. What happens to the lead up to my death was so quick that I didn't even think I had truly died.
I was suddenly pushed under the water, a force so strong that I swallowed the bath water and although my legs were able to kick, my head was being held firmly in place. I was kicking so hard that I felt the candles and the shampoo land into the bath and I felt my little toe click out of joint as I kicked the tap hard. My hands were clawing at the strong hands holding my head under, I was pinching and twisting the skin, in the hope that the brutal hands would let go.
I could feel the water entering my mouth as I tried to gasp for air and then the water began to enter my nostrils, my life was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do about it.
The next thing I know I am stood next to the bath and at first I'm thinking was it all just an awful bloody nightmare?, but then I see my now dead body and that's when I see him. I recognise him from the gym. My killer was the friendly guy who had a great smile and was always so polite. Although now his face was sweaty and had a look so dark and cold. He stood motionless, breathing heavy until my cats begin to annoy him as they are hissing with arched backs, he kicked them out the bathroom and closed the door.
He unzipped his trousers and pleasured himself as he was touching my lifeless body, once he had satisfied himself he then zipped up his trousers and began to search for something in his pocket. He pulled out a small digital camera and began to take pictures of my body and face, he enjoyed taking close ups of my genitals and even took a few with his hand there to degrade my vulnerable shell.
Once he had finished, he bent down and kissed my lips, like a loving partner would kiss a sleeping loved one and then he closed the door.
I didn't think you could cry once dead but you can and I did.
My landlord and poor Sylvie found me a few days later after she pestered him to let her in as she knew something wasn't right.
Sylvie took in my beloved cats as she knew how much they meant to me. They often sit on my lap and purr contently and when I close my eyes, I am able to imagine that for a moment I am still alive.
©Kim Brown 24th September 2012
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