Her innocent voice

"Help,please someone help me.. It pains."
My dreams have turned into nightmares since it all happened. I woke up in my bed panting,sweating and crying. I lay back in bed thinking that i should have been used to these dreams by now. Her voice, her innocent voice, calling for me and i unable to do anything about it. My bed had become to hot to sleep in,so i went to my washroom to wash my face. Just as soon as my eyes closed her family came before my eyes, even the cold water been thrown at my face didn't help.

In front of me was a mirror,the girl in the mirror looked back at me but show how i didn't feel like that girl was me. I always thought of myself as the good guy, a person who would do no wrong,so why have i done wrong now. All this started 6 months back when i got my first case, rookies get cases like traffic or patrol but my first case was a murder case. Till today i ask myself why my first case was a murder, maybe it was god's strange way or maybe it was because my father was the police head. Either way i was lead directly to the crime scene where a doctor accompanied me. The crime scene was the church and the murder plot the stairs. It was a rainy morning so i couldn't properly see or hear the things happening around me,what i could see was a family of girls crying their heart out,one of the girls even ran up to me and said " look what they have done to my sister" she was taken away from what i assumed to be her mother. I made my way to the steps and that's where i saw my reason for my sleepless nights.

There she lay, a innocent eight year old, she was naked with blood and marks all over her body. That very sight horrified me and i asked someone to cover her up but i got Tue reply of " she needs to be seen by the doctor. " I then asked my fellow police men to gather up the evidence and meet me at the station. I couldn't bear to see her one more second. The doctor's report said she was raped for several hours and then beaten to death. The family's statement said that she went to the church to study because it was more quiet then her family. I was given one month's time to slove this case but sadly i failed to do so and i was been shamed in front of the police department as well as shamed for been the daughter of a police head. But its been months now yet she finds a way to haunt me. Surely i haven't given up have i?
A call interrupted my thoughts, it was my father asking me to come back. Out of all the times i had said no, i don't why y i couldn't say no one more time.

On my office table were files and documents of the case,i decided to have a look again. All the church members were interviewed expect for the priest. From there i did my research. The next five weeks were the hardest, i went from church to church, village to village and finally got the information i needed which were of the priest and his past .. How he became a priest to get rid of his sins after he raped young girls. I conducted a raid at the priest's place, cupboards were unlocked, clothes were unfolded and my hand accidentally hit the shelves where i saw what i was looking for the past 6 months, the little girl's books the same books that were her reason to come to the church in the first place.

My name was again restored, justice was brought to the little girl and her family, my nightmares had turned back into dreams and my father was once more proud of me. Coming to the office was rewarding once more,but most rewarding was that o could look in the mirror and find myself once more ..

The end