The waves were crashing around me. Dark, deep and angry. The wind was howling, piercing cold and with the strength of ten men. Together they were trying to distract the passers by from the bloodcurdling scene that was taking place there.In the centre of the storm I could just make out the rotting pieces of wood that jutted out into the ocean, making up a bridge. But it wasn't the bridge that caught my eye, it was a tiny glint of silver that kept flashing in the distance. It could be anything I thought to myself. But as it flickered more, I felt that I was being beckoned by the light and I needed to see what it was. I needed to know.
I began advancing toward the bridge and as I did a sense of foreboding came upon me. All my senses were on alert. The salty smell, the sharp taste, the rain colliding with my face. My heart was beating inside my head and my stomach was in knots. I shivered, both with the cold and with fear. Yet I didn't know where this sudden fear was coming from. A sixth sense was detecting something, and I didn't like it at all.
Then I saw them, two silhouettes blurred in the distance. As I approached them, their hazy faces began to take shape. Two women. One was knelt on the floor with a stream of burgundy gushing from a freshly opened wound. The moon was reflecting in her huge brown eyes. I could see her memories flashing before me. She was saying so much, yet not making a sound. Time seemed to stand still as slowly a silver blade fell downwards, plunging deep into her heart. Her earsplitting scream seemed to last forever. As sharp as a thousand knives. She seemed to pause for a few seconds in the sudden silence. Then she fell downwards with an almighty thud. There she stayed
I wiped the tears from my streaming eyes and then gazed at the second figure. It took a few seconds for realization to take place. As it did, I felt sickness sweep over my body.
"Mum?!"Her shaky voice could just be heard above the waves.
I was waiting to wake up it's just a dream, a horrible dream I kept telling myself. Only after a minute I realized that this wasn't a dream. I wasn't going to wake up.
I stood there for a while in silence. Speechless and shocked. Then finally I found my voice "We have to leave" I muttered
"But what do we do with . . . with the body?" She managed to question through her desperate tears. At that precise moment the waves crashed loudly, splashing both of us. We then both knew the answer.
Together we dragged the heavy mound of flesh to the edge of the bridge and there we let her fall, crashing into the waves. A soul, a loved one, a life. Now just a memory.
We tried to act as normal as possible, yet all our attempts were proving to be pointless. Together we sat on the rickety number thirteen bus that took us home. Together we shakily walked down the dull twisting lane that led to my house. Together we placed a trembling key into a lock which seemed far too small for it to fit. And together we felt alone.
I let myself fall on the lumpy sofa, and in the corner of my eye I saw a ghostlike figure do the same.
The only sound was the drumming of the clock and the only movement was the shadows slowly creeping across the floor. I turned on the fuzzy television and we both blankly stared at the snowstorm on the screen. I tried to speak, yet no words would come out of my dry mouth. So I gave up my attempts and let the silence take over the darkening room.
The sun finally crept over the horizon and filled the whole room with an orange glow. This finally gave me the courage to move my unwilling body. I left the safety of the living room and entered the white, sparkling bathroom. I turned a large switch on the wall so that it pointed to "hot" and then I stood underneath the falling water, without even removing my clothes. I could forget everything underneath the shower. I could enter a world of my own and pretend that life was fantastic. I would be wiped clean from all the dirt of the night and begin the new day fresh and unsoiled.
After the shower I felt relaxed and at peace with the world. It didn't last long. When I entered the living room my previous state of insecurity and sadness returned me. But finally I felt that I could ask the question that had been haunting me all night. " Why did you kill your sister?" I whispered
"You" she replied and that one word made me break down in tears. Tears that I had been holding back for the entire night. Not only had I lost a daughter, I had driven an innocent girl to kill her. It was my fault. If I had treated them fairly and not taken a favorite then my daughter would still be alive.
Just at that moment a hammering noise came from the door, followed by a familiar ringing of the bell. "What do we do?" My tearful daughter questioned
"I'll sort it" I muttered whilst wiping away my tears. I felt I had to sort it as it was my problem to sort out. I walked to the mirror to check that there was no sign that I had been crying and then I slowly walked to the door.
"Hello is that Miss Smith?"
'Yes'� I heard a voice say, and then I realized it was mine. Our fears had come true and I had to live the moment that haunts every parents dreams. When I heard the words it felt as though it was finally true. Last night was a dream. I began my dramatic sobs and found it so much easier than I had expected. Then I realized, the tears and the sobs were real. The words echoed around my head 'murdered'� and all the time I knew that it was my fault.
I wished that they would just leave us alone to repair the damage that I had caused. But they wouldn't, they kept on questioning and as they did I felt weaker and weaker. It was like they knew and they were just waiting for me to break and tell them the truth. Tick, each second felt like an eternity, tock. So each hour was a lifetime. Tick, six o clock, seven o clock, tock.. Until finally I couldn't carry on and at the top of my voice I shouted 'It was me!'�
Tears were streaming from my stinging eyes as they lead me to a blurred van. My breath was flying away, like fumes from a steam train. I touched my nose to check it was still there and as I did the metal door crashed shut.

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