‘It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep. I slump on a coat on over my flannelette pyjamas’ Sneaking down the hall in silence she staggers over a table. She knocks the table strait on the ground with a *crash*. Portions of broken glass lay all over the cold hard wood floor. She bends over to collect the broken photo frame. Inside the photo frame lay a photo of her and her family. They all look so happy in the photo. As she bent over to pick of the frame she notices she still has the blood stained necklace around her neck. She dashes into the bathroom; she stands at the sink scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing no matter how had she tried the blood would not come out and the necklace was to exquisite for her to throw away. She makes her way down to the kitchen and writes a note for Sam; The note says “gone for a walk, couldn’t sleep’. She signs her name and the time at the bottom of the note and wonders on out the door. ‘I walk along a long road; I swear it could have stretched for miles. Just wondering and thinking. Along my journey on this dark road I find a park bench facing into a paddock of sunflowers. I watch them dance in the cold nightly-wind for a while. They look so free and wild; I wish I could be that free. I continue on, out of the blue I come across a knocked down tree. It looked as if someone had run into it with a car. Suddenly, a mosaic, a dance of broken, gleaming fragments. I’m in another world flashing memories of my past. That night, my life, my children. I don’t remember everything but how could I forget that night. Then I remember the necklace, I still had it on. I rip the necklace from my neck and throw it away as far as I can; I don’t need that to remind me of that horrifying night. I drop to my knees as the tears steam down my face. I hate what I did, and I always will. This will remain my secret forever untold…’
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