‘Ahhhhhhhhh’
I hear a blood curdling scream coming from the bedroom beside mine. I jump up; I don’t have time to think straight so I run into the room. As I walk in I see the shutters closing what could it have been I asked myself. My worried eyes glance to my sister’s bed. She is led there still I try waking her up she wouldn’t; she looks grey, old, frail. She is dead. Then my dad walks I say to him,
‘It’s Annemarie...she’s dead!’
He pauses, stares, then looks away and says carelessly.
‘I’m sorry’. He walks out now there is no sound in the house.
I don’t now what to do... I sat by her and silently cried. I wanted my friend back, I wanted my carer back, and I wanted my sister back. I said a prayer and silently left the room.
The next day comes and I ask my father over breakfasts what he meant when he said he was sorry he never spoke never even listened. So I decide to call a detective Robert Woolsborogh was his name He seemed intelligent but mysterious as well. I ask him to examine the body which was in exactly the same place. My father didn’t want anyone to know about the death, he didn’t want anyone to take the body to the undertakers he didn’t want me to tell anyone either not even my mother. My mother had moved to Spain 6 months ago now she had some trouble with the police she told my Father.
As soon as my father leaves the house to go to work I let Robert in. He looks puzzled when he sees the crime scene. When I try to ask him something he tells me to be quiet. I am shocked I don’t know what to say. Finally he says I will need to ask you some questions about Annemarie I am as honest as I can be. As I am talking, he is writting down notes in an old crumpled up note pad. ‘Was there anyone else in the house with you at the time of the crime?’ He says looking up from the note pad.
‘Yes’
’ I reply simply
‘My father’.
He asks to speak. At 6:00 my father returns and I am sat at the table with Robert. He glares at him like a tiger getting ready to pounce. Robert stands up ready to introduce himself however he gets a big roar from my father and he says
‘Get out or else I will call the police’. He roars.
Robert calmly walks away. As he walks out he sees a figure lurking in the bush he goes over to investigate. The figure emerges out it was Annemarie’s and my mother she collapses on the floor in tears and bursts out saying,
‘It was me I killed Annemarie!’
