It didn't make sense, her family had just moved here; there was absolutely no possible explanation on why anyone would do this. I looked around, newly furnished couches and coffee tables were scattered everywhere and it seemed as if Zahra's family was still working on the house because the walls were partially painted red.
I looked up only to see Zarah, My beautiful Zarah, frozen in place from shock. She was violently shaking and tears were constantly flowing down her cheeks. It hit me on how hard it must of been for her to take this in, especially alone with no one for support! I began to move closer to Zarah, closer to the crime scene when a stench hit my nose. That's when I realized that the red on the wall wasn't paint....it was blood.
She began to go into hysterics and begged me to let her go. I could not bear to see her like this, and more than anything wanted to let her run to her loved ones, but now was not the time.
I think she began to think that I was the murderer because she started asking me to kill her. I felt as if someone stabbed my heart and twisted it with the knife until it was upside down. Her parents clearly meant the world to her, maybe even more.
I mean they raised her changed her diapers, helped her walk, stayed right beside her through every milestone in her life. For the first time in my life, I began to cry like I have never before. This girl did not deserve this fate. She was to carefree, too innocent. It just wasn't fair.
"I will not hurt you, I never will," I whispered into her ear as she began to stop struggling. Her body beacame weak and she stopped moving.
"Zarah! Stay awake! ZAHRA!"
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Fantasy"No! You can't be a-a..... I can't!" I sobbed uncontrollably as I turned to say goodbye. "Stop it!" He growled "we can make it through this". "H...
