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{June 16; Amanda}

3:00

Today was my moms funeral. She had died because there had apparently been a slight tare in her lounge and blood had flooded it. So rapidly that no one could of helped her in time.

Since then I had started drinking more. I wasn't proud of it but I had. It numbed the pain and I liked it. What also helped was that I had smoked a few cigarettes. Now I wasn't happy about that either but to hell with it.

I put on my dress, it was simple and obviously black. I didn't want to go. But I knew that it was the right thing to do. I just couldn't watch her be lowered into the ground. It would hurt to bad, but I knew it had to be done.

There was a light knock at the door and Kelly came in. "Umm, its time to go" she said with a soft tone.

I nodded and nearly whispered "ok I'll be right out" my voice was horse from all of the crying. I left my room and went to the car. The rest of the day went by in a blur. We went to the funeral. I cry through all of it. Many people came and said they were sorry for my loss. As custom I said thank you. But really I wanted to say. 'Sorry doesn't bring back the dead now does it?'

~Jake~

It had been several days since the woman had died and we were still working on her case. Or, I was. I had been assigned to work it. And since the day of the accident I had interrogated 25 people and 3 of them had actually helped. Apparently the person who had killed Mrs. Seir was a woman. And no one had any idea what she looked like. I looked down at my phone, it was 6 and I was officially off. So I grabbed my bad and headed out.