Love.

Strange.

The population sign was spray painted black and had a white painted 3 on the side of the other 3. Umm who died. And if someone did they would have had it put up better than spray painting over it. Then it hits me. My moms dead.

I can't stop thinking about it. Why would anyone want to kill me or my mom? We never did anything wrong. We were just a little family with only two people. My dad died because he was murdered. Wait. My dad died because he was murdered. Are these people out to finish the rest of my family off. Not on my watch. I struggle out of the guys grip and sprint down the road. "Hey get back here!" Are you stupid or what? Nobody is going to go back to a person who is trying to kill them. " The girl just got lose!" I hear him yell into the microphone on his ear. I have no idea were I am going but I still run. I am slowly losing him. I turn off the road into the dense thicket. I stop thrashing and huddle down behind a bush. I hear him thunder past me.

I stay like that for awhile just in case he comes back. I don't hear him so I peek out of the bushes to look at the road. Nobody in sight. Good. I slowly tiptoe onto the road and start running towards town. I need to report this to the police. This has gone to far.

When I arrive I see a light on in the police station. Good they are still there. Normally, because we live in a small they close down the police station at night because the rate of crimes should be lower. Yeah right. I start getting this weird feeling as I go to knock on the door. But I ignore it. I open the door and walk inside. It is unusually quite. Then I hear a voice. "Nice to see you again. What took you so long?" I turn around. There is a guy with a pointy nose and sharp cheek bones. He has blond hair and the bluest eyes you'll ever see. Why do I get a weird feeling about this? For some reason I feel like I know him. Who is he? "You don't remember me? I certainly remember you. The prettiest girl I'll ever know. I'll give you a hint. Your dads murder." My stomach dropped. He was my dads murderer.