She was just another girl, another Brown girl like any other.
Tossed in a ditch and left to rot, what was left of her was found by Siddha Lee Saint James on a walk through the woods.
She had planned the entire day, errands done in the morning, she would spend the lovely July afternoon in the old party spot. Where Surrey Crew used to chill on warm summer nights, and even some ice cold ones, to party, to celebrate, to be together where the world couldn’t tell them to be who they were.
It was going to be a perfect day of communing with both nature, and memories that were good and solid, before her life turned to shit.
So through the woods she hiked after getting off at Scott Road Sky Train Station, to the “pit”, which literally was a pit that sat over top of the giant pile of shit that ran through Surrey.
It was pretty, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and it was like slogging through the fucking jungle because this particular spot had gone so unused for so many years it had grown in. The forest was taking itself back and it was a beautiful sight.
With each step she remembered her old friends, those who would go unnamed to protect the innocent, times they fell in the mud, times they fought. She even remembered the night one particular douchebag drugged her drink and spent the whole night making out with her.
A fact she’d admit to no one, ever, because he was the douchiest of all douchebags.
Siddha would have tripped over the body if she hadn’t been watching where she was going, at the entrance to the tree covered pit. Laying there with her arms spread and her ankles crossed dressed in white. Another dead brown girl, desecrating the entrance to a sacred place of many a Gypsy party.
“Dear Christ,” Siddha whispered as she reached into her back pocket for her phone, the jeans she was wearing were covered in dirt and green from the hike through the woods, her t-shirt clung to her chest from the heat and with each step she took back it wasn’t far enough.
Nothing would get her could or would get her far enough from the now dead thing laying just a few feet away. So while she dialed nine one one, she turned and ran. It was the first time in the life of Siddha Lee Saint James she felt truly unsafe in Surrey, British Columbia.
As crazy as she knew it sounded, she could feel eyes on her, because the forest went absolutely silent as she ran, not a bird, not a squirrel, not a rabbit crossed her path as she ran the quarter mile back to the entrance.
And when the dispatch operator came on the phone, Siddha tried to remain calm as she relayed the details and her location, “you’ll need…I….” Siddha felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she fell to the ground at the entrance where she had started.
“Help,” she whispered into the phone as she felt the sight before her eyes go black, everything went black. And then Siddha Lee Saint James was too….just another Brown girl.