It was complete.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing with my own ears.
Someone had come into our living room and murdered my mother when I was 7 years old. My dad had planned a romantic dinner for the two of them, since it was their 15th anniversary; Valentine’s Day of 1993. Consequently, when he found out what had happened, he was an awful mess. He avoided work, he started drinking again, and he swore to me that he will find the monster that killed my mum, but the killer also stated that he will find me and kill me too. When mum died, my heart broke too like dad’s, but the person who murdered my mum was jailed with a life sentence. That was only a month ago.
“3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” The whole mass of people was celebrating in the small …show more content…
On the outside of the wallet was his name engraved on the old leather. It was a very small but pretty font that read ‘Jeff Clemmons’. I noticed a small yellow slip poking out the side of the wallet, which read of a psychologist appointment, booked for the 4th of January; the Tuesday coming up. The thing was, he’d never told me that he was going to a psychologist, and by the looks of the amount of yellow slips in his wallet, it didn’t look like it only just recently started. I could see my dad starting to return with our drinks: it looks like he got a beer this time and he accidentally got me a lemon lime bitters. Before he could see that I was snooping about, I shut the wallet tight the wallet even though he was too busy trying to navigate through the maze-like crowd of …show more content…
At all. All of my friends were in my class, but the school just felt blander. I was left in good stands for my future since my grades were the best they have ever been. Dad and I continued to enjoy each other’s company, but there were more rules to try and protect me. He exclaimed that this was because he felt that he had the responsibility to protect me from the monster that killed my mum, since they are still free from conviction. Once every fortnight my dad would go to work and since I don’t like living in a two-story house all by myself, I would invite one of my friends to stay over with me so I wasn’t lonely, and we’d play Crash Bandicoot all night.
It was Valentine’ Day 2001; My mum’s 8th anniversary of her death. Dad was out for work in a small town called Port Augusta in South Australia, so I invited my friend Jonathan to stay while he was gone. It was four days after he left, and he was due back two days ago. I couldn’t find out where he was and I could call him, which lead to my anxiety levels shooting up to the sky. I was panicing, where was he? So what are we all told to do in a situation like this? Call the police. I picked up the phone and called the local police
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing with my own ears.
Someone had come into our living room and murdered my mother when I was 7 years old. My dad had planned a romantic dinner for the two of them, since it was their 15th anniversary; Valentine’s Day of 1993. Consequently, when he found out what had happened, he was an awful mess. He avoided work, he started drinking again, and he swore to me that he will find the monster that killed my mum, but the killer also stated that he will find me and kill me too. When mum died, my heart broke too like dad’s, but the person who murdered my mum was jailed with a life sentence. That was only a month ago.
“3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” The whole mass of people was celebrating in the small …show more content…
On the outside of the wallet was his name engraved on the old leather. It was a very small but pretty font that read ‘Jeff Clemmons’. I noticed a small yellow slip poking out the side of the wallet, which read of a psychologist appointment, booked for the 4th of January; the Tuesday coming up. The thing was, he’d never told me that he was going to a psychologist, and by the looks of the amount of yellow slips in his wallet, it didn’t look like it only just recently started. I could see my dad starting to return with our drinks: it looks like he got a beer this time and he accidentally got me a lemon lime bitters. Before he could see that I was snooping about, I shut the wallet tight the wallet even though he was too busy trying to navigate through the maze-like crowd of …show more content…
At all. All of my friends were in my class, but the school just felt blander. I was left in good stands for my future since my grades were the best they have ever been. Dad and I continued to enjoy each other’s company, but there were more rules to try and protect me. He exclaimed that this was because he felt that he had the responsibility to protect me from the monster that killed my mum, since they are still free from conviction. Once every fortnight my dad would go to work and since I don’t like living in a two-story house all by myself, I would invite one of my friends to stay over with me so I wasn’t lonely, and we’d play Crash Bandicoot all night.
It was Valentine’ Day 2001; My mum’s 8th anniversary of her death. Dad was out for work in a small town called Port Augusta in South Australia, so I invited my friend Jonathan to stay while he was gone. It was four days after he left, and he was due back two days ago. I couldn’t find out where he was and I could call him, which lead to my anxiety levels shooting up to the sky. I was panicing, where was he? So what are we all told to do in a situation like this? Call the police. I picked up the phone and called the local police