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Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, little baby.

Somebody was humming while Carmen was screaming. This was a memory, not a nightmare. She was a little girl. She could see blood everywhere. This man was going to kill her.

Carmen snapped out of the memory when her phone began vibrating. Several hours had passed since she survived the attack from her neighbour. The poison that paralysed her entire body wore off, and the first thing she did was return to her dead brother, and take his body away from her house.

"Hello?" Carmen panted, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Carmen had been anxiously awaiting a phone call from her mother's doctor. Her hair was drenched and her brow shiny with sweat. She looked around the forest she was currently burying her brother in.

"Carmen, this is Doctor Mayer from Lakefield Hospital..."

"Is my mum okay?" Carmen interrupted, panicked yet hopeful. Carmen couldn't tell exactly, but she was sure she heard Doctor Mayer give a small laugh.

"She's going to be fine, we've just got her out of surgery and she's stable and well on her way to recovery," Doctor Mayer's warm voice comforted Carmen as she laughed and cried at the same time.

"Oh my God, thank you so much, I am so grateful for everything you have done. Thank you, thank you so much!" Carmen couldn't stop smiling; finally some good news.

"It was my pleasure Carmen; will you be coming in at all today? There are just a few things you need to sign. Neither you or your brother showed up after the paramedics brought her in."

Carmen couldn't think of a lie to tell him. "I'll be there in about an hour, see you then."

Carmen cancelled the call and put the phone back in her pocket. She couldn't tell Doctor Mayer the truth about why she hadn't been to visit. She looked up at the sky where her brother was most likely looking down on her.

"I'm sorry Rhys. I didn't want to do this. I am so, so sorry."

A rustling of leaves behind Carmen diverted her attention.

"Hello?" Carmen called out. "Is anybody there?" She prayed for no response. She returned to shovelling the dirt back into the shallow grave she dug for her brother. Unfortunately she didn't get her wish.

"Well, well, well," a familiar female voice responded from the trees as a woman slowly came into view. Carmen dropped the shovel and looked up at Detective Winifred Tremaine. Carmen stumbled back in shock. "Looks like I've just uncovered a killer."


Carmen sat perfectly straight. Tremaine sat across from her as she rested her arms on the table. The detective sighed as she looked hopelessly at Carmen. Carmen, obviously frightened, looked away from Tremaine's unwelcoming gaze.

"You're going to have to talk soon, Carmen." Tremaine broke the silence, not taking her eyes off Carmen for a second. "It was your brother I found you burying in the woods. Why were you doing that? Did you kill him and try to get rid of the body?"

"I didn't kill him," Carmen stated, affirming a connection with Tremaine's eyes. Carmen was terrified. She wanted more than anything to get to the reasoning behind her brother's murder. She wasn't completely sure why she did it, but she couldn't let Tremaine know. "I just found him last night."

"So you found your brother dead, you didn't do it, and you didn't call the police?" Tremaine questioned, not understanding Carmen's logic. "You proceeded to bury him in the middle of the woods. That doesn't sound very innocent to me."

"I would have preferred my mother to think her son was missing, not dead," Carmen tried to defend herself. Her voice cracked and tears consumed her vision. "It would have killed her, and she would have spiralled into a worse depression than she is already in."

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