Strange Girl, by Gordon Lawrie

It began with a strange occurrence: a pool of vomit in the tenement block’s garden. Had someone jumped over the fence? A fox, perhaps? When it happened again a few weeks later, at exactly the same spot, a few neighbours wondered, whispered, but no more.
Lynsey’s room was directly above, three storeys up. A nice kid, attractive and successful, when she began wearing long-sleeved tops and jeans, where before she’d worn cami tops and skimpy shorts, no one paid much attention.
One day, she left and was never seen again. Finally, Lynsey had found a way to make people notice.

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