The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.

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2. Haunting Memories

 

I sleep in the next morning, for a moment I am actually at peace with myself and the rest of the world. Until I wake up. There is a soft knock on my bedroom door, “Go away!” I croak through a dry throat. Yesterday felt like some sort of nightmare that I was struggling to remember. I prop myself up in a sitting position as my mum comes in. Suddenly it all comes back to me, although I wish it didn’t. “Lillia! Would you please come out here!” she says, upset that I would refuse to come outside the comfort of my bedroom. But that would mean that I would have to face a cruel society that hates me. Honestly, I don’t think she is being at all fair. She looks into my grey, blue eyes and moves forward to brush my thick brown hair behind my ears.

I reach for my headphones and put them on, cranking up the volume until any noise is blocked out completely. My mum tries to talk to me but I’m not that interested to hear what she has to say. I start to sing the lyrics to my song, indicating that it would be best for her to leave. I look out my window and see that the police are still lurking around my house, some taking notes, some looking for clues and evidence and even interviewing locals and suspects. I walk over to my desk and start putting all my homework into piles; wondering if I can be bothered to do any of it. As I lift my history report I see a pair of blood stained scissors and begin to scream. My mind is going blank and all I can remember is the murder.

A flash memory appears before my eyes: It was around lunch time. Sophie and I were sitting on the couch in my living room together, watching the latest episode of Master Chef, featuring Jamie Oliver. “I never really thought Jamie Oliver was all that good of a cook you know.” she said to me while taking a sip of her pink lemonade. Then there was a click noise coming from the front door. Someone had opened the lock. “I thought your parents were coming back at 6:00?” Sophie asked questioningly, her tanned legs sprawled over the couch. She and I always worked on our tans in the summer.

“They are.” I reply. My brother was in his bedroom with his girlfriend, so who was at the door? Then a boy who was probably our age approached us, coming through the front door, an ordinary pair of scissors at hand. He wore a mask to hide his face and black gloves to cover his hands. I reached for my phone and kept it close by, typing in my password, getting ready for the worst. “Hello” he had said calmly, but there was fear in his voice. He looked straight at Sophie; his message was directed entirely to her, “I told you I would.” his voice trembled and Sophie’s eyes widened. I reached my contacts app and dialled Triple 0.

Was it possible Sophie knew who the boy was? “No!” Sophie exclaimed in fear. The boy was hesitant, he was walking closer and closer.

“Hello?” came a voice on the other end of the phone, the boy looked towards it, he and I both knew that they would never get here in time to help. “Go ahead.” he said.

Sophie and I didn’t move at all, we were fixated on the spot, wondering what was going to happen next, “Run Lillia, this is my business.” Sophie was trying to warn me but I couldn’t run, not even if I wanted to. “Hello?” the voice repeated in the phone. Whatever was happening, I needed to be here for Sophie. Then without any warning the boy jumped towards Sophie. She stepped back but not enough, he was on top of her. I started screaming. She was head locked between the boy’s arms, silent tears falling from her cheeks to the floor. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!” I scream at him in terror. I stood there helplessly like a lost lamb.

Sophie looked up at me, but at the same moment the scissors came down into her back. I sank to my knees and crawled over to her lifeless body lying on the floor. I cupped her face in my hands while the boy ran upstairs. I dreaded to know what would happen next. I should have been worrying for the lives of Brian and Tia but Sophie’s blood soaked body was dying in my arms. She gasped and took her last breath, she managed to squeeze out the words, “It’s okay.” But nothing about this is okay, this was a living nightmare. The blood started running into her perfect blond hair as the panic rose in my chest.

I come back to reality for about the millionth time since her death and broke into a crying fit again. It is normal to feel alone and cheated right? Well…it is to me.

Mum runs in and faces me, “BILL COME IN HERE!” she shouts, she had been preparing herself for the moment that I would completely loose it. Dad comes straight away and is the first to see the scissors lying perfectly bloody on the desk. Mum looks to where he is and sharply heaves in, “It’s okay Lillia, you’re okay.” just like what Sophie had said, they were her very last words. “I am going to bring the police up here Jackie, just keep Lillia away.” dad says urgently.

Thanks to dad I spend the next hour describing the police and the press piece by piece, the moments leading up to the murder and how the boy came up stairs. Every time I tell them, I am asked to repeat myself for the press.

I have had enough of them asking me questions so I asked them a question, “Where is Sophie?” Everyone stopped to listen as the paramedics gave me information, “Sophie Parker’s death has been confirmed. Her funeral will be held in 3 days.” I hide my face from everyone in grief, I knew it was coming but I didn’t expect it to be so direct and straightforward. I think of Sophie’s family, her dad died 5 years ago so now her mum Michelle and her younger sister Emily will have to face another death alone. “It’s quite tragic.” I hear some people saying, but they didn’t even know her. How can someone grieve on a death when they had no relation? It’s all stupid.

I think about the funeral. I’m not going to go. Why would I waste my time going when all I will be hearing is a priest talking about our beloved Sophie Parker? 

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