Doppelganger

Mavis sauntered to the kitchen from her bedroom, dragging her foot lazily on the wooden floor, eyes half closed. She walked to the coffee maker to make herself some coffee.

She grabbed a saucer from the cabinet and moved to window, raised the curtain and allowed a stream of sunlight in.

Later she was standing above the sink, head bowed, trying to get a hold of herself. Now her eyes were opened and she grabbed the coffee maker to pour some into her saucer. She saw a trace of dried red substance smeared on her right palm. She dropped both items in her hands and saw it was also on her left palm. She tried rinsing it off at the sink and water turned bloody. As her eyes darted around in confusion it caught her white pyjamas at the hem she saw the same drop of red substance on it but sparsely sprinkled.

Now she took a good look at herself and the upper part of her wear was now red in colour instead of white. She knew this was no doubt blood and fear set in.

She wasn't feeling any pain. She wasn't injured. Meaning this wasn't her blood. She tried had to remember what happened the night before but her memory betrayed her. She hit hard at her temple but nothing came.

Suddenly she heard the sound of sirens blarring from afar and now she got more anxious. She tried to be more composed. Sirens sound are something heard everyday. She closed her eyes, breathe deeply but now she could hear the siren sound getting louder and closer. She took a peek from the widow and she could see the police cars pulling right in front of her house. It looked like a convoy dedicated to a hardened criminal.

She jerked back as she saw them rushing to her front door while some went toward the back. And in a millisecond, her front door flung opened, about 10 police officers speaking at once and guns pointed at her.

"Get down on your knees!!!"
"Put your hands in the air"

She heard this multiple times. And she was confused on the which to follow first. From behind, someone pushed her to the floor and she hit her head.

Her heart was racing fast and it seem her brain couldn't process the whole thing happening. She was reclining into unconsciousness.

She could hear the handcuffs clipped to her wrists.

"kylie Fischer, you are under arrest for the serial killing of 10persons and the bomb blast at the supermart on the 22nd of this month"........

The remaining words faded as she lost consiousness.But one thing stuck to her amongst what they said....

They called her kylie Fischer

She was Mavis Javier.

She finally went unconscious.

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Prompt: Sound of sirens

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