COUNTDOWN

1 •'WHO KILLED SAPPHIRE'

CAN YOU LOVE ME LIKE MUMMY? I MISS HER.

   "I want my mummy."

   "I want my mummy." Little Agatha's heartbreaking cries could be heard throughout the funeral home as she held unto her mother's empty coffin.

   Sapphire was murdered and we do not know who did it!

   People are pointing fingers but there's no fact, no one knows who put poison in Sapphire's syrup.

   My big sister was poisoned and the murderer is still at large.

   Could be one of her patients?

   Could be another envious hypocritic psycho?

   Could be anybody?

   And definitely someone sick in the head.

   The murderer is still at large and our family is still in pain and mourning.

   Sapphire was the sweetest and most amazing person in my life.

   I'm not saying this because she was my sister, bestfriend,confidante and everything I could ever need.

   Or because she's dead and I have to say good things about the dead.

   But because she really was and I told her every time.

   Every single time.

   I'm Jewel, Sapphire's little sister, and though I could be the extremely jealous type.

   And would go lengths to get what I want.

   Or destroy what I don't have.

   Though I am that deviously envious sister, the only thing I didn't covet was what Sapphire had.

   I wish I had a smart and beautiful child like Agatha.

   I wish I had a beautiful family like Sapphire's, minus her husband.

   But not once in my life did I ever wish her evil.

   Not once in the past or ever will I be envious when it comes to Sapphire.

   I can be jealous and all that, but envy?

   No, not towards Sapphire.

   And you might be wondering how I am able to differentiate between envy and jealousy,

   But like I said I am that overly jealous type.

   Easily green with envy. And I know when not to cross the line.

   Sadly that line was only drawn with Sapphire and I am plain terrible with other people that I have always being bullied.

   So that brings me to the thought.

   Why did any one want Sapphire killed? Just why would anyone in this world want to have her dead?

   Why?

   The most painful part of it, though this might sound selfsish is, she was all I had.

   When I was jealous of all that she had.

   Whenever I didn't want to continue  living because nobody wanted me, she was always there.

   There to pull me up.

   There to love me like the sister that she was.

   You know, at some point, I developed feelings for her.