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She woke up suddenly to hear someone knocking loudly at the front door. She groped for the bedside lamp, pressed the switch and peered at the alarm clock. It was twenty past three in the morning. Before she could clamber out of bed the knocking began again, even more loudly…

Rhonda Concern was twenty-two years old and worked at the New York Times newspaper as a copy editor. She was very smart and was very much in love with her fiancé, Zack World. She had a lot of family close by so whenever they had a row she had somewhere to go. She was happy with her job and happy with her life. She had shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, although it doesn’t matter. Zack thought she had the greatest personality and so did David who had the hugest crush on Rhonda.

Rhonda got up slowly to answer the door. She was drained of all her energy and could not be bothered getting out of bed. She hoped Zack would answer it but he was not in bed.

“He must be working late,” Rhonda said to herself.

 She put on her slippers and made her way downstairs. She slipped on a shoe and fell down the stairs. She got up and looked through the spy hole. Her heart skipped a beat. It was the police.

She opened the door slowly. It was freezing outside which in turn sent shivers down her spine. You could tell, as the snow lay thick on the pavement. She let the police in and hoped that nothing bad had happened to her family.

“I’m sorry,” mumbled one of the officers “but Zack World has been killed. He was stabbed 22 times”.

This was the worst news ever. She looked at the floor and her tears dropped onto the blue fluffy carpet, making it moist. The policeman twisted his cap nervously in his hand and then left. Rhonda was in shock. Who would kill the love her life and what for? She picked up her phone and called her sister Laura.

Laura couldn’t believe it. She invited Rhonda to stay at her house for a few days, so she could lay low. She could not go out, not even to work. Rhonda packed a suitcase, turned on her answer machine and set off for her sister’s house at the other side of New York.

Rhonda settled in quite quickly and slept on the settee. When the next day came she asked Laura to go to her house and collect her mail. She sat in all day and watched stupid television soaps and cheesy chat shows. She was bored out her mind and needed to do something. She thought about Zack but she could not cry. She picked up a video, put it in the video player and watched it. Titanic was a very good cry movie so she knew she would cry like always. But to her surprise her tears held back and she found herself laughing at it. In fact she was hysterical.

When Laura arrived home she found Rhonda lying in a puddle of blood. Laura dashed to the phone and dialled 911. Rhonda had slit her wrists. Laura was in the middle of a crisis. She ran around frantically getting cloths and wipes to clean the mess up.

There was a loud knock at the door. The ambulance had arrived. Laura rushed towards the door and let them in. Laura was panicking. She was very close to having a heart attack.

“ Please let her be okay,” she kept saying to herself “please God let her be okay”.

The ambulance men put Rhonda in a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance. The next day Laura got in her car and raced to the hospital to see Rhonda. When she arrived she quickly parked up her car and went to the reception. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fingers were crossed and she was still saying to herself

“ Please let her be okay”.

A nurse took her to the room where Rhonda was and left. Laura looked at Rhonda, she was disgusted at herself. She knew she was not supposed to leave her on her own, not after a loved one had been killed. Rhonda looked up at her, her eyes were bloodshot. Rhonda looked helpless; she lay on the hospital bed.

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One week later she discharged herself from hospital and went to her own house. The house was a pigsty! There was water on the floor, papers everywhere and her coffee table was smashed. Rhonda was furious. Someone had broken in to her home, messed up all her stuff, and left. Rhonda sat on her couch and looked at the floor.

“What a mess” she thought as she picked up the yellow pages and searched for cleaners.

It was Monday and she decided to go back to work. She scraped her hair back into a bobble, put on ...

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