A young girl, known as Angela lee, sat gloomily on the bench in the west keatonville park. She was a pale complected girl with onyx hair and ocean blue eyes, who was dressed in a black corduroy dress and Mary Jane shoes. she looked up at the sky as the dark clouds began to envelope the world around her, and off in the distance a crow called out to his brothers. on the outside, she looked calm and at peace, but on the inside she was panicking and going insane. a infinity of questions and thoughts raced through her head. "what am I going to do.. I saw what really happened, but if I tell... IF.."

That seemed to be the deciding point to most of her decisions these days. that one word "IF." Most people may not think so.. but this tiny little word can be very powerful. it can be the difference between wrong and right, it can be the difference between good and bad, and in Andrea's case.. it was the fine line between life and death, and it seemed like that line was getting thinner everyday. Finally as look of certainty found its way across her face and she decided that she had to tell. The court date was three days away, so that gave her time to sort the details of the gruesome murder in her head. She stood and began to walk down the sidewalk trying to do just that, but the combination of walking and deep thought made it seem like she had not moved more than an inch.

Eventually, not to long after the clouds cleared from the sky,  she reached an old rustic house with a widows peak on the roof . This was where it happened, this was where her mother had died. she entered through the gate, though it was clearly marked by abandoned police tape which read "DO NOT ENTER" It had been several months since the investigation had began, but only a few weeks since her father had been taken under arrest and Angela missed the old house dearly. She walked up to the wooden doors and inserted the skeleton key she had kept hidden away from the police. she opened the door and revealed the amazing world behind them. It was exactly how she had remembered it to be the day she witnessed the murder except for a few things. The golden wood floors were now covered with a thin layer of dust and the chandelier no longer glistened with light as it had before. she entered the room as though she had never left this house.  she climbed the stair case to the roof, where she laid down and watched the sun say its final goodbye and give way to the night. after hours of laying an remembering the old times she had growing up in this house, she decided that she should return inside to explore the ghosts of her past. She walked through every room in the house, remembering, until finally she reached the room where she saw her mother die. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. she walked inside to view the room which she found to be stripped of belongings and latent with more police tape.  The only thing that remained was a stain where her mother had bled to death on the floor. Seeing this stain was too much for Angela, she flung her self upon it and began to cry "How could he do this to you? He was supposed to love you. Why didn't he kill me too," she screamed, her soul becoming more tormented with every heavy breath she took in.

TO BE CONTINUED..