Edina's family is torn from her and no one understands how. Walking into a door is a step for Edina now, because you'll never know what's on the other side until you open it up.
studying my face. I knew the reason
I was there but I kept asking myself
why. I didn't come here on my own;
I was forced.
Forced by my family,
the public in all.
It got to the point everytime I saw
my picture on the news, I'd disappear
for days. I'm already becoming uneasy
and neither of us has said a word.
I quickly checked my hand after
wiping perspiration from my
forehead. I don't seem to know
the difference between sweat and
blood anymore. I just want to go
home and sleep. I can honestly
say I haven't had a full eight hours
sleep ever since the tragedy had
happened exactly three months and
four days ago. I'd be counting
hours, minutes, seconds if I just
wasn't so damn tired.
I'm awoken from my thoughts by a
click, "Are you ready to start?" A
look of disgust progressed across
my face, "And what the fuck is
that for, huh?!" Another click was
heard as she paused the voice
recorder, "Ms. Murray..."
"Please, call me Edina..."
"Edina, we must record these first
few sessions for authority purposes
only. The information you give could
somehow bring justice to this case."
My reaction was spat before I even
had a chance to process her words,
"Justice?! There will be no justice
because there is no case! They both
died, THE END!"