I woke up in my car. It was parked on some sort of hilltop. I don't remember driving but somehow I managed to find my way here. I was breathing heavy and my head was pounding. I remember going to a bar but it gets fuzzy after that last drink. Why would I park here? I live all the way across town. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw some kind of clothing sticking out of my trunk. I struggled to sit upright because my head was spinning. I grabbed the steering wheel to pull myself up. I must have had one too many shots. I summoned the strength to open my door and stand up. I didn't pick up my dry cleaning today so I can't imagine how my clothes got in the trunk. I got out of the car to see what was going on. I opened the trunk and fell to my knees. This can't be! This isn't possible! My heart grew heavy and I couldn't move. I stood up and saw her with my own eyes. Her body lay motionless in my trunk. I tried to wake her up to no avail. I checked for a pulse and it was non-existent. Oh my gosh! She's dead and her blood is all over my clothes....
