I stares at my little girl , Emily on the floor , her hazel eyes staring blankly into nothingness.Blood stained her white summer dress which I dressed her in that morning , The butche knife lodged in the side of her neck told me it was quick.I screamed. So loud that the police came in 2 minutes . Where was Loucy and Jane and James! And where was my fucking boyfriend,I found him on the stairs , his face pale , his mouth open in a never ending shriek. The police rushed past me up the stairs , they carried down Jane on a stretcher . "Jane!!" I cried. She didnt hear me. Her little 4 year old face , slashed to peaces , the tissue could me seen. I collapsed onto the ground and started weeping.Then he walked down the stairs......
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Doras story
HumorDora the explorer has a hard life , this story and my others will make you feel sorry for the girl with the bagpack.