To my Darling daughter,
I may not be here with you in body,
but I’ll always be there for you in spirit.
You will never be alone.
Every time you feel the wind upon your cheek,
it will be my hand, upon it.
A teenage girl pondered over the last moments with her mother before the eventful day. Her eyes moved back and forth reading the letter over and over again. She couldn't believe it, she was alone. She had only been out of the room for about 10 minutes and returned to find her mother lying on the floor, with the empty packets of the pills scattered around her body. They were planted. She was dead.
The police were at the scene within minutes. "I'm sorry for your loss, now if you'd like to come with us“. Those words would haunt her for the rest of her life. They actually thought she would kill her own mother. Or as good as anyway. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, her knees were about to give way. The handcuffs grasped her wrists getting tighter and tighter as if she was some kind of cold bloodless criminal.
"Why did you kill her?"
Her eyes discreetly moved around the room
"I-I didn't kill her"
“Don’t you think it’s a bit ironic that everything’s left to you”
“No, I’m an only child, but I‘m not bothered about the money, I‘ve just lost my mum and you are hear questioning me while the murderer is still out there.”
Tears were streaming down her face her eyes were rubbed red she made a sobbing sound every couple of seconds.
"Who did then?"
He banged his fist against the table trying to look more intimidating
"It was my fault, but I would never kill her"
"Then who did?"
"I told someone"
"Told someone what?"
"He threatened me I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and if I did he'd make my life not worth living, it's all my fault"
"Answer the question! who killed her?" he was getting frustrated their was spit coming from his mouth when he spoke.
"That’s because you did it, you liar!"
"I didn't I didn't I swear" there was panic in her voice
"Then tell me who murdered your mum"
“He'll kill me"
"Just tell me what you found out then"
She looked around the room and then at the cassette player
"Are you recording this?"
"Turn it off and I’ll tell you"
He moved towards the player and made a quick movement to turn it off
"It all started like this"
“It was a day like any other. I got out of the car ready to start work and I heard some raised voices, coming from inside of the hall. He was screaming at her,
"You have to have an abortion"
"I can't it's a living thing too"
"I have a wife, you’re just about to ruin everything for me you stupid bitch"
I saw a shadow of him lifting up an object. Her screams were deafening as she cowered against the wall.
"No no please don't,"
His temper got the better of him, there was a shatter of a vase as her head fell backwards and banged against the desk.
I screamed as I saw it happening. He turned around and saw me. I started running, I thought he was going to try and kill me as well; I ran to a busy road he couldn't risk killing me in front of people. But he did say one last thing to me "If you tell anyone about this, I will make you wish you were dead"
Letters kept coming after that eventful day. I knew who they were from. Him. I was getting paranoid and broke down in front of my mum I didn‘t tell her what was happening but she knew something was wrong mothers always do, she said to me "Don't lie, what is happening? I know something’s wrong" I told her, I never kept a secret from my mum. She was shocked, my life was in jeopardy but what I didn’t know was that I put our lives in jeopardy.
"You have to go to the police".
The next few days wherever I went I always checked over my shoulder expecting him to be there. If he was, I never saw him. After the next few days I started to ease up, he wouldn't do anything it was only a threat; not a promise. A fortnight after the girl got killed pictures of her, they were on TV. 'have you seen this girl' a hotline number flashed up saying all calls were confidential.
I rang it. I felt relieved he was going to get found out soon, well that’s what I thought. I heard a familiar voice over the hotline except he wasn't shouting this time. His voice was cold,
"hello". I hung up. A few minutes later my phone started ringing, "I told you not to tell anyone, you don't believe that I would kill you, do you?." I was scared, he knew I was going to tell. I should have phoned you, the police, after but I didn't. It's all my fault.”
“What’s his name?” the police officer demanded
“I-I don’t know”
“What was the girls name who he supposedly killed?”
“We’ll have to take a statement off of you if you would like to come this way”
The handcuffs were taken off. She made a statement describing the murderer. The
Police were stationed outside of her house and monitoring the mail. Nothing came, the police set out wanted posters. Phone calls were made to the police station; all of them bogus. The trail went cold. The police started getting suspicious.
They removed the police from outside of the girls house. she pleaded for her life “what if he comes back? What will I do then? You can’t do this, I might get killed ”
“I’m sorry miss, nothings happened and we, the police have reason to believe you don‘t really need any help”
“I always knew that you would never catch the killer, she was always one step ahead of you,” she murmured so he didn’t hear
“I’m sorry miss did you just say something?”
“No, no” a smirk was spreading across her face as she spoke, which then disappeared as quickly as it came.
He went back to the police station and talked to the sergeant,
“I could of sworn she said something about the murderer but I didn‘t quite hear”
“I don’t think she’s told us everything” the sergeant replied.
Four armed police officers went to the door to formally arrest her.
“We know you did it you’d better come out, now!”
They barged down the door. The hall was empty, they ran in different directions all through the house. Nothing, they searched the cupboards, it was virtually empty except a few notes lying about.
‘I knew you were gullible when the murderer was staring you in the face you did nothing. I got away, what are you going to do about it? I told you a man did it and you believed me the thought that I did it never crossed your silly little mind except from at the beginning, did it? The money was a big benefit, I never liked the stupid old cow anyway. I knew you would never catch the real murderer and I was right! Surprised? I’m not. Sweet dreams…