I could do it. I know where this man lives. It would be simple to get him drunk, and drag him out of the house.
Or maybe we could just pick him up, it would be too kind to let him be able to forget everything.
Was he ever so kind to Eve? To mother?
He has to suffer.
He has to pay.
"You are talking crazy! We cannot do that to someone! We don't even know if it was really him."
"The detective said..."
Brother doesn't let me finish. The detective said that Eve is a cold case. We have suffered enough, and can't lose another.
There would be more agony, screaming and crying. We mourned the sister who was taken from us and the mother who took herself. We would get phone calls that taunted us, the detectives stopped showing up and it seemed like the rest of the world forgot Eve.
YOU ARE READING
I am Eve
PoetryA stolen sisters story. This is a very short story about a stolen sister. February 14, in Victoria (Canada) they hold a March to bring awareness to the community. Is this story true, is it false? I will not be answering questions about this story...
