First Degree Murder

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As I made my way up the creaky oak stairs to the second floor. The old tiny cracks on the stairs reflected how I felt at the time: confused and having to make a decision. Choosing a side to hold on to before it’s too late. Before the darkness from the cracks crawl at night and swallows me in. The puzzle that I just solved was like no other. This puzzle actually mattered, not only for my carer as a detective but for my personal life. It helped me realise who I truly am. I was usually the happiest person in the world when I had solved a mystery, but this time was different. I was regretting the minute I solved it, for the truth was there to haunt me for the rest of my life. I could see the blue eyes of my father through the rusty peephole as …show more content…

I was packing away my jigsaw puzzle pieces, which was my favourite evening occupation. When I received a call from the station asking me to investigate in what they described as “First degree murder of 55 years old Amanda Steele”. The thing that socked me the most was the name of this women. I have never heard of her. I assumed she was the new lady in town. But who and why would anyone kill her? She has only stayed one day in Mystic Falls, yet all who met her loved her. At least that’s what I heard. This question kept vibrating in my head while I was driving to the crime …show more content…

The words that were still vibrating inside of me. Still burning me up as each second went by. I heard my dad’s melodic voice stretching out each syllable as if he was playing a simple game of hide-and-seek, “Honey I am home, where are you” I could feel the cold hard earth beneath me. My brown eyes widened in panic. Tears streamed down my face as I bit my bottom lip until I tasted the metallic sting of my own blood. I tried to hold back my sobs as I placed all the letters back in the box and locked it. I heard a creaking sound as his weight pressed into the wooden boards above me. He was close. And I was closer than ever to the answer I was looking for. More tears stained my cheeks as I quickly ran and unlocked the window. I looked behind me before slowly pushing the window open. A loud banging from the other room caused me to jump. I took a deep breath as I quickly snuck out of my only possible escape to find my self in the middle of my backyard. Barefoot and possibly standing on the murder weapon. My dad’s old shovel masked with

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