A/N: Connors POV
Am I going insane? I must be.
Things like this don't happen in reality.
Things like this don't happen at all.
But I knew what I saw and what I saw, no one else seem to see.
I knew I couldn't have imagined it, I was sure it was there, I had studied the photo for hours before Riley had gotten home.
But, but I must've Imagined it.
I'm not insane.
Things like this just don't happen. At all.
A/N: Riley's POV
Suddenly I heard a rush of Connor's low cries. The sounds weren't full of pity but instead seemed full of anger.
He had escaped to his upstairs bedroom once he grasped the fact I had nothing more to say.
After staring at the photo for longer than I care to admit I had walked away with no explanation other than Connor simply had a very sick mind. He had told me what he claimed to see in the best words he could fathom; "The hands," he had said. "around our mothers neck..." he had waited for me to finally realise as he seemed to make it clearer but I had simply shook my head staring at him with an expression I couldn't quite understand. So he continued. "...the hands, they're clutching at her neck, they're squeezing, she should be fighting back, she should be struggling.
Whoever it was...whatever it was, was taking her life away..."
"But you can see!" he yelled. "she's not struggling, she's not fighting back" his voice faded from a shout to a whisper "...she's... she's just sitting there... holding you."
I stared at him with pain-filled eyes. Was he blaming me for this? It wasn't my fault. I knew his craziness wasn't mine too.
Connor stared back at me, not understanding my expression. "What"? he asked. "You're crazy" was all that I said... and so he left.
