Disappeared?

# I will not be posting as I don't feel myself complete to be called a writer. Still studying English vocabulary. When I feel I am now good in writing, i will write again :)

"Whatever a writer tells you, it is not all fiction. It is half reality, half fiction. The bitter unheard truths of them and perfect lies. It's on you, what you seems is true or fiction. Never trust writers..."

- Agastya

"Now, I can live like everyone else"

- Phantom

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THE MISSING OF JENNIFER D'COSTA

Chapter 1 - Disappeared?

ARLO P.O.V.

(New York City, USA)

That was Tuesday. The THIRTEENTH OF MAY, 2008. The last time when anyone saw Jennifer.

Mr. Williams, her landlord, claims that he saw her at 8:47 p.m. leaving the house, the door creaked shut behind her.

Now, in 2010, this case still remains in the dark.

For three years, there is no clue and trace of her, alive or dead. She still remains a mystery, No one knows. There are certain theories swirling like autumn leaves given by news channels.

Perhaps she had fled with her lover?

Perhaps she want to keep her identity confidential?

Perhaps she had changed her name and living in a new place now?

This case was on heat, all over the US. Soon, BBC news & other channels moved to new topic of Financial Crises Over the Globe.

The very reason was that she had a reputed image among the people of U.S.A. She was kind of in fame and never-dying sprit persona.

Days turned to months, months to years. Now even the seconds felt like decades.

I am not a police, neither a detective.

I am just a writer. In a way, our jobs as as same as actors — disguised with every characters of stories and plots. We write the biology to physcology of our characters.

I don't have any relation with her. Nor am I her friend or something. My publisher wants me to write an article on her, writing about unexplained things on this case. In a way, I need to disguise myself as a detective. Lucky me, after since the day she went missing, the landlord was looking for someone to pay rent.

I was looking for some place as well where I could write in comfort, this was an affordable living for me. More than that, this is the very thing I am going to put my hands on . I love this place. The garden is beautiful. The olive paint on the wall and comfortable sofa.

Writers do search for strangest things on earth for this stories. Like for Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, looked for names at Graveyards. That's a kind of joke or compliment to us, we don't know. While arranging my future in this house, i came across a photo of her, she was — is — beautiful. Her green eyes are like Amazon forest, and her black hairs falling on her sharp collarbones, and that tanned skin. She is beautiful, I feel pety for her. Wherever she is, I pray to God, she would be safe and sound.

The fashion arts made by Jennifer are still on the wall. I am too lazy to remove them, afterall they are adding an aesthetic to this place. Jennifer was — is — a fashion designer. Her designs are beautiful. Her works are even published in the city magazine. She was — is — a popular fashion designer in this town.

There is something more beyond than the police discovery. They say, she was having a serious affair with a guy who must have killed her. They did a thorough investigation but couldn't find anything. Yet another cold case and failure of NYC police.

He (Jennifer's ex or whatever) says that they had a fight before the day she went on missing.

Anyways, talking about me, I am Arlo. You may know me from the The Carnation Mass murders that occurred on December 24, 2007, I was the first one to write about it, that was published in New York's Times too. I do write crime documentaries and that's why Jennifer's story inspired me.

Yesterday, I was starting my article. Jotting all the points down :

1. Jennifer - A renowned fashion designer. .

2. Jennifer disappeared - 13 May 2008

3. Mr. Williams (her landlord) says he saw her leaving at 8:47 p.m.

4. Another neighbour — Brad — claims that she was not well during the morning of 13 May.

3. Dan (her ex) says they had a fight.

4. Dan - a software engineer working with J&J company as BOD.

5. Police found her cellphone - 20 May 2008.

I prefer peace while doing my business, I do write at night because of it. I heard something falling on the ground from the Living room. I turned back to see it from my desk.

It was a rat.

Damn, there are rats in this place, I must complain it to Mr. William.

Disturbed by the very noise, I got to my feet, checked and analysed if it had done anything, and I saw this spiral notebook — a diary perhaps (I am a author, I have overactive imagination)

And I was sure...

Diary is something interesting, it's the whole history of events in the person's life.— Love, affairs, fights — and the physcology of a person — The way he or she talks, thinks, walks, acts, nature and personality. Everything.

Curiousity is good, untill you try not be cunning.

How could the police miss this thing? I took the diary with me to my desk. It is something intresting, atleast i can get a good plot for my story. Not even just the plot, I can write about unheard truths about this girl and even the failure and search of police. I started reading it.

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Chapter 1 ends thus...

Glory to Shree Ram ji.

Hare Krishna. Om Namah Shivay.

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