It's been 7 years since I lost her. It's been 7 years since I talked to someone about her. Until today, I was a 24 year old awoken at 7am on a Saturday to banging on the front door. I walk downstairs in my pajamas. I open the door to the police. "They're here", I thought, "but why?". I invited them in for tea or coffee. They asked me about my sister, I was asked to come down to the station because I didn't want to talk. Later that day, I walked to the station when I got there. I was pulled into a dark room, with a single flickering light bulb. A detective walked in and asked me to sign a paper that said I'd be willing to take a polygraph. I gladly signed it because I was ready to figure out who murdered her. It's been 7 years and they still haven't figured out who put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. They hooked me up to the polygraph and asked the basics, like, my name, where I was born, my age, my height, and my job. Then we got into the real stuff, like how close were me and my sister, when I figured out she died, but the big one was who I think did it. When I was asked that question, I froze. I couldn't possibly answer it because I didn't know at the time.
After that I was sent home and I didn't go back to that precinct until they found hr murderer. I'm still not sure why they dug a case that happened 7 years ago out of the ground. Tht day I decided to do something I hadn't done in years --- I went to my sister's grave with flowers. The tombstone reads 1983-2010 "Loving Daughter and Sister. Life will give you hell, but hell teaches you what not to do." The quote plastered on the tombstone was something she always told me when I was sad. The something that never happened to me not for a long time, a single tear rolled down my face. Then my tears poured out as I leaned against her grave.
I went back home and sat down on the couch. I drifted off into a slumber. I had the craziest dream. It was me and my sister together at last, but it didn't feel like a dream. It felt real and profound. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to the kitchen to get some coffee when the phone rang. I picked it up assuming it was the police department but it wasn't. It was a recording of my sister's last words to me, "I'll be home in a few hours, love you." I was frozen in fear and I drop the phone and ran to my closet and locked the door. Morning had come, I walked out of my closet and went downstairs to reporters outside my door banging to come in. I left it alone and turned on the news, with the biggest surprise yet. I put on shoes and ran through the cloud of reporters and ddrove to the precinct. I was stopped by an officer. They took me to the other side of the one-way window, turned up the volume and saw the last guy I ever wanted to see. I saw, James Horzack, my family's stalker and sister's killer. I couldn't bear the thought of him killing her. I fell to the ground and I couldn't move, I couldn't speak.
