I got out of my car and slammed the door, broke into their one-to-one conversations and I yelled. I yelled so loudly I could feel the coffee backing up on me. Mr Norris and Mrs Norwich soon got the message and drove off. By this time it was dead on 9 o’clock and I was still on St Don’s roads. Not only had I lost my time for finding a suitable parking space to park my pride and joy I was also extremely late for work. If I had one more late arrival at work my boss would either sack me or demote me. I soon came to the traffic lights which were at the end of St Don’s road and I was at the bend. The lights finally turned green, and as soon as I turned the bend going at 40mph the car beside me that had a drunken driver was speeding and he sped directly into a fruit stall. All you could see was apples ad plums splattered all over the floor. I didn’t bother to ask if the driver was alright or if the fruit seller was fine, I drove off not bothering to take any details or write an incident report.
I finally arrived at work having to park my car at the far end of the car park. I then walked into work adjusting my tie and greeted the receptionist Gina and made my way across the lobby and opened my office door. As I was just about to step into my office a voice called out and said;
“Sean you’re half an hour late, what’s wrong with you? Without you there is no job being done, but I am truly sorry without a job theirs is no future for you here” My boss had just made it clear that I was no longer a staff member at the ‘Technology software” company he also pointed at the brown cardboard box that was sitting on my desk, it looked like he had sorted my belongings out. He also told me and said
“Sean I had a funny feeling this was going to happen, it just happened to be the right day I packed your things away.” How depressing could life become? First the coffee then the stairs incident and now my job… my job had gone within minutes. My P.A had my box in his hand everything was just thrown into the box like it was worthless, I sighed and walked out the office with my head tilting towards the ground and I gradually made my way to the lobby. I walked past Gina for the last time and as I did this I walked straight into another staff member and my box slipped from my grasp and the picture that had been placed in the box with no thought what so ever fell to the ground, and the glass shattered everywhere. I picked the picture and looked at it in shock. My heart froze and so did everything else around me, a tear slowly ran down my face. I think the reason I was in such a state was firstly due to the stair and coffee stain incident at home and then once I had gotten past all the mad street gossipers on the road I was fired once I had entered work. To add to this, today marked the two year anniversary of my child and wife’s death. The two most important people in my life had been literally stolen from me my wife, my everything and my daughter my one and only princess, I made a vowel to my wife saying I would always protect her and be there fore her, I went one my word and I wasn’t there for the both of them, till this day I still wonder if life is worth living. How could this mass murder do this to me? The story goes a bit like this.
Around twelve years ago I married the woman of my dreams, Krystal Linn Homes. She meant everything to me she truly was one in a million. She had soft brown locks that would sway in the breeze when she stood on the white cliffs of Dover with her arms spread out as if she was flying. Her eyes were like the coral reef, emeralds and sapphires all clashed into one. Her scent drove me wild. I loved her so much, it was literally impossible to tear up apart. Three year after being married to Krystal she fell pregnant. It was as if my life was just getting better and better as time went on. The last phrase you would have ever herd me say would have been “I am a father…” But I guess things in life can change, I became a father, as Krystal gave birth to our healthy baby girl Summer Emma Homes. My daughter well what can I say? Every inch of detail on her was based around her mother. Her soft brown locks the blue jemmed eyes; everything about them was so similar she was a carbon copy of Krystie. Summer was daddies little princess for ever, until the day the mental killer came out to kill my loved ones.
About two years ago Louis Wickham Kidnapped my daughter and shot my wife, he starved Summer till she gave way and passed out leaving a trail of saliva on the floor, the criminologist declared that she had died due to a lack of food and thy had also found marks on her body, they say it was caused due to being beaten several times with some sort of bat by the looks of it she had also been strangled as there were rope burns on her neck. It brings tears to my eyes just re calling this all and putting it to paper. Why would a human being want to kill someone he loved? If he hated the fact that I married Krystal he should have murdered me like a man instead of my wife and child.
Ever since that day I have never been able to feel the same, that warm safe feeling, these days I can not even go to sleep in my own room. I always sleep with one eye open and lock my windows and draw the curtains. I can’t even live in my house without having to feel afraid. I normally lay down on my bed and turn to the side of the bed where Krystal use to sleep and I can see her face and her smile that use to brighten and warm up the room, but once 10 seconds have past her face fades with the air. The days I will never forget are the ones when I first set my eyes on Krystal, the day she gave birth to Summer. Memories will but they will never fade. I stopped thinking about all the bad times in the past and got into my car and drove home. In the far distance I could se smoke, like a whirlpool of black ink being sucked down a drain just in the sky. I drove into my drive way and the black smoke seemed to be coming from my garden; all my windows and doors had been smashed and broken up.
I entered the house fearing to walk in with my eyes open but I did it any way, as I walked in the mirror that was in my corridor had graffiti on it. It said in red running ink “You put me away! Now I will put you away, in your coffin” my box dropped for the second time and I ran into the living room, everything was everywhere, and the sofas had been wrecked, they had been turned upside down. The Italian sofas I had given to Krystal as a present had been totally rewind, torn apart they inside stuffing was left for me to clean up, it was scattered all over the place. I then turned around and saw that the patio door had been smashed into smithereens. What a mess it was, but it only got worse from this point. I went into the kitchen and picked up a sharp butcher’s knife and walked up the stairs slowly, leaning the knife upwards on my neck, I peered round the corner as I got to the top of the stairs.
I entered my daughter’s bedroom, all the pictures she drawn as a baby had been torn apart and thrown out her bedroom window. I walked into my bedroom, and like every other room in the house it was completely trashed. The family photo album was taken out of the bedroom drawer and I looked through it I could see that there were pictures missing, I then looked outside my window and saw that there was smoke coming from my garden. So I ran downstairs and went though the kitchen backdoor that led to the back garden.
I watched the fire blaze with hate, on the floor beside the fire I saw that there was a picture of my wife and child hugging each other at the theme park that we had visited for Summer’s birthday party. Picked it up and held it close to my heart. I then saw the other pictures that had been missing from the album and tears began to form in the side of my eye, as I blinked they soon began to run. I cried so hard my eyes began to burn like the hated flames. I got hold of the hosepipe and put the fire out. I had virtually nothing left to life and there was really no point in living. I turned around and went inside the house and I looked on the wall something had just been written on the wall as the ink was still wet. It read
“You think you have gotten away, think twice” what did this mean exactly? Did I have to watch every step I made? Or did I have to think about what I had done in the past? Or was this mental insane man after me?? Would I be seeing my wife and Summer in Gods house any time soon? Was I next?
