That night, the one night that changed my life forever, was two months ago. The police still haven't found Claire's killer, so I'm going to find them myself. I only know what the police know, but I have one thing they don't, anger. I'm mad at the police, her neighbors, her killer, Claire, and mainly myself. The police because they haven't found her killer, her neighbors because they didn't hear her scream, her killer for taking my everything away from me, Claire because she left me all alone, and myself because I wasn't there in time. Because I couldn't save her. Ever since her death, my life is full of beer and tears. Last night I made myself watch Snow White. I can remember how exited she used to get to watch it, how she knew every single line in the movie. I hate that movie.
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Home Sweet Home
Mystery / ThrillerElizabeth is faced with the tragic death of her girlfriend. Beth is trying to find Claire's killer, but will she ever do it. Or will she struggle to complete the task
