She's gone. An hour ago, the sky was full of red and orange, but all of the colours have faded away into the darkness, just like her. Now my life is just a blank canvas. Only the darkness knows that I exist now, and the police. They have to find her killer. They will.
"Anna!" Mom keeps checking on me after her, "are you okay, dear? I know it's hard."
"Emma Jensen, the girl who drowned or the girl who was murdered? A homicide. A girl killed and thrown into the water. No weapon has been recovered. Murdered on Sunday, at around 11:00 PM at the age of 13. There were handprints on the neck of the victim and many defensive injuries. The cause of the death was the strangling of the throat."
She was blonde and beautiful. Everyone wanted her, I needed …show more content…
Hope you don't mind. What did you know about their family?" The lead officer asked, with his co-workers taking notes and listening attentively.
Eva Rose. My mother. She was the best mother anyone could ever get. I loved her, she was my everything. We used to bake together once I came from school, well, college now. This death really shook me, and my mom. She started answering the …show more content…
Rose?" He glared at me.
"Even though he was training people to believe in terrorism, it can't be true. Paul Jensen was an ideal father, everyone believed that. He loved his daughter. His family was his weakness. She was multiple rays of sunlight to his dark planet."
My mom didn't tell them the truth. The complete truth about her being a Mrs. Eva Jensen once upon a time. I, Anna am Paul Jensen's and Eva Rose's daughter. Emma was his ex-wife's daughter. He was my father. I knew. Emma didn't. I was my best friend's step sister.
As I lay in bed, there was an ocean of endless thoughts rushing through my brain. I couldn't close my eyes, even though I had a really long day. I was scared to dream. I can't imagine what she might have gone through. My heart was beating faster than it should. It wasn't anyone's fault. Except mine.
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Friday night. Just 4 days after my conversation with the police, and they've done it. The sirens of the police van were deafening, but they provided me with comfort. Until I realised that I lost everything. The blue and red lights held the feeling of everything finally being over. But not in a good
"Anna!" Mom keeps checking on me after her, "are you okay, dear? I know it's hard."
"Emma Jensen, the girl who drowned or the girl who was murdered? A homicide. A girl killed and thrown into the water. No weapon has been recovered. Murdered on Sunday, at around 11:00 PM at the age of 13. There were handprints on the neck of the victim and many defensive injuries. The cause of the death was the strangling of the throat."
She was blonde and beautiful. Everyone wanted her, I needed …show more content…
Hope you don't mind. What did you know about their family?" The lead officer asked, with his co-workers taking notes and listening attentively.
Eva Rose. My mother. She was the best mother anyone could ever get. I loved her, she was my everything. We used to bake together once I came from school, well, college now. This death really shook me, and my mom. She started answering the …show more content…
Rose?" He glared at me.
"Even though he was training people to believe in terrorism, it can't be true. Paul Jensen was an ideal father, everyone believed that. He loved his daughter. His family was his weakness. She was multiple rays of sunlight to his dark planet."
My mom didn't tell them the truth. The complete truth about her being a Mrs. Eva Jensen once upon a time. I, Anna am Paul Jensen's and Eva Rose's daughter. Emma was his ex-wife's daughter. He was my father. I knew. Emma didn't. I was my best friend's step sister.
As I lay in bed, there was an ocean of endless thoughts rushing through my brain. I couldn't close my eyes, even though I had a really long day. I was scared to dream. I can't imagine what she might have gone through. My heart was beating faster than it should. It wasn't anyone's fault. Except mine.
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Friday night. Just 4 days after my conversation with the police, and they've done it. The sirens of the police van were deafening, but they provided me with comfort. Until I realised that I lost everything. The blue and red lights held the feeling of everything finally being over. But not in a good