The love of your life can get you killed.

I love Brendan Harris. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. We were supposed to run away together, get away from the flats, and raise a family.  Through that whole time of being together I never realized what his brother was going through. Silent Ray is what they called him, because he was mute, or well he was supposed to be mute. The whole time being together and making plans we never considered that we were going to leave Ray, with his bitch of a mother. That he was already abandoned by his father before he even met him, and now I was going to take the only person he has had as a man figure away from him. Thinking about it now makes it a lot easier to understand why he did what he did. I have been watching him, look at his brother and see the amount of pain he is in. I hate seeing Brendan in so much pain, I wish we thought of Ray and thought to include him. How does Ray act so calm around the one person he loves that is breaking in front of him, because of what Ray did? It amazes me, but I know he was just angry I forgive him, but I know Brendan never will when he finds out. I was the love of his life, the only person he will probably never love and his own flesh and blood took that away from him.

Everything happens for a reason

Here I am walking around wasting time, trying to help the police find my killer before my father does. I don’t want anything to happen to him, though I am really pissed off at him. I just want the killer to be found, and be safe from my father and my uncles. Poor Dave is a suspect, we didn’t even say anything to each other that night, nothing. Yet he still killed someone and he is a suspect in my murder. And that stupid bitch Celest thinks he killed me, which she so kindly shared with my father. Damn it! Not only is he going to kill someone, but he is going to kill a innocent man. I’m following my father anticipating everything that he is going to do. “STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, but no one can hear me. And that's when I hear it. I’m standing at the docks listening to my father explain how he killed Brendan’s own father. Everything is jumbled now, I’m finally putting all of the pieces together in my head. That is why he hates Brendan and his family, and his father is why my dad missed out on part of my life. I don’t want to know this, even though he is a killer my dad is still a good guy. “Please,” I beg, “Please make him stop” I’m staring up at god, begging him to make this stop, even though I don’t even know if there is a god. But nothing happens, nothing. And there he goes, poor innocent Dave into the water. It takes five minutes, for his soul to leave his body. He is standing right there in front of me and I apologise. “You don’t deserve this.” I say. He just smiles. “I’m finally free” he says, “Damn it Katie, the wolf is finally free!” And with that he disappears, just vanished into thin air. “Everything happens for a reason.” I thought as I stared up at the sky. Everything happens for a reason.

I just want five minutes

Finally, everyone finally knew what had happened, sorta. The police found my body hiding where it was, I watched as they retraced each of my steps. I watched as my father being his usual self didn't listen to the police officers and tried to see me lying in that cold wet sewer. “Keep him out!” I tried to say but no one could hear me. I did not want him to see me there, I did not want him to see me like that. It was bad enough that he had to go identify the body as me, but to see his expression, it totally sucked. His heart was broken and I could tell he was just lost, didn't know what to think. I knew at that moment even before i heard him say that he was going to find my killer and do him in. That is not what I wanted though, I just wanted him to move on and try to be happy with Annabeth and my sisters, be a great father, not behind bars. It hurts to walk around and see everybody upset, even my stepmother who always seemed like she just put up with me, and used me for juicy gossip, even she could barely contain herself. I wish i could just say that everything was ok, that I am ok and I am not angry. I hate not being able to comfort the ones I love and stop them from doing something extremely stupid. I just want five minutes to tell them to move on and everything is ok, and that I will see them eventually, just five minutes, that is all I want.

The beginning of death

“What the hell happened?” I thought to myself.  I sat on the foliage beneath me, looking around trying to recollect the events of last night. Let’s see, last night I went to the bar with Diane and Eve. I was headed home from a long, fun, night with my friends. I dropped them off at Eve’s house and headed to my house because I had to go to my last day of work in the morning. Today, I was supposed to be at work today. I was supposed to run off and marry Brendan Harris, the love of my life. But on my way home last night, I crashed and there he was coming after me. “Why? Why did he want to kill me?” I asked myself, the question still bugging at me. I looked around and there I was, lying there. “Damn it!” I thought. If I had to go out couldn't I have gone out pretty? Why do I have to look like I got the pulp beaten out of me? Well that’s because I did. He hated me, but I never did anything to him. I started to walk out of the park; the morning was just beginning and there were no sight of cops yet. “What am I going to do now?” I wondered.