Redcar Beach-Personal Narrative

About an hour later Henry awoke to realise he was inches away from a cliffside. The cliffside over Redcar Beach. Henry was sobered up and began to remember his experience in the pub. Then he remembered Sylvester sitting there listening, playing dumb. Henry was angry but became overwhelmed with fear of what his was doing on a cliff in a moonless night. Of course the moonless night easily hid Sylvester in the darkness but Henry knew he was there.
“You certainly packed some pounds, maybe some running would have done you good. Unfortunately, it didn’t for me.” Sylvester chuckled with that last part. “What really surprised me was as a private detective, you couldn’t solve this mystery but I’m going to give you one more shot. Tell me why I killed …show more content…
“You prick, you killed Jasmine as bait, to make me seek out her killer. You poisoned her as no visible cuts or wounds could lead to her death besides the gash. And the gash alone did not kill her because there was no blood that escaped her body. You poisoned her to preserve her body, to make me want her more. I loved her, you cunt.” Sylvester kicked Henry in the stomach making him wheeze while speaking. “Ah ah ah, I won’t be using such foul language when discussing life or death, Henry. Now tell me why I met you in the pub.” “It was a step up, all of it. You convinced the police I might have killed Jasmine, you knew how I would react with my wife, and you knew how to make me trust you.” Henry breathed out a long sigh. “You took advantage of me in my worst times, I hope you are happy living with that.” “Silly Henry, I will live a happy life once I know the one who ruined it is dead. And that whole part about taking advantage of you, don’t forget how you married your wife, you pig. You can’t even have a proper family without mildly insulting them every chance you get.” Sylvester kicked Henry again to where the lower half of his body was dangling off the