Faded

Chapter 7

Mr Bold closed the door behind him and headed to his house. He entered in to his home and ran upstairs. Pushed the books of his shelf and found his hidden safe. Mr Bold grabbed it and opened it to find a small book. Flicking through the pages he found my name it read. Annie Rich- Age eleven – Death October the eighth- Place of death in the cave at the field. Under my name there was a sketch of the cave and a way to escape. He picked up a newspaper and cut out the article of my death and stuck it in the next page. His fingers slid down the picture of my face and touched the bottom left hand corner of the book. He began to flick backwards reading all the names of the people he murdered most of them were children. Then one caught my eye Elizabeth Cod- Age eight- Death April the sixth- Place of death in the woods at night. The filmier face was Lizzie. Mr Bold also murdered Lizzie. Mr Bold began to flick through the pages again and began to wright Elle Rich- Age four- When to murder December the twenty-fifth- Where to kill the cave. He began to draw out a plan. I needed to do something. I need to stop him before he kills my little sister. I need to get him caught but how.

I turned my head to see Lizzie walking away in the distance. I began to chase after her calling her name Lizzie stopped and turned around.

“Yes?” she asked. The fact we were murdered by the same person completely slipped my mind by this point.

“How can I tell my family who my murderer is? He is going to murder my sister on Christmas night, please how can I stop this?” I asked as I began to cry floods of tears. Lizzie placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s alright, you just have to hint it to them when you can see them through reflection just try hard and you will” she said giving me a hug and walking off again.

I went off to watch my family again. I watched my father pick up the glass I painted in school for primary one. He span it around in his hand and began to cry. The tears fell from his eyes and ran down the cup. His hand slipped and the glass fell to the ground and smashed the little bits of shattered glass scared around the floor. The feeling of being released came again but this time it was different.

“Annie?” My father said as he looked at the biggest piece of shattered glass.

“I was murdered by someone who visited you recently” I said as I faded and wondered if he had yet heard me.