Do you ever get that feeling of overwhelming anger and depression? Well that's what I am experiencing now as I look down at my pale unconscious mother. Her face lifeless and her hands falling limply to her sides as she hangs from a rope. I ungracefully slump to the floor and let myself cry until my eyes can't muster up another tear. Opening my bloodshot eyes after about an hour, I realise that my brother has appeared behind me. His face is blotched and he puts a comforting hand around me. Of course, he has to be the strong one out of the two of us. "It's okay little sis," my brother whispers in my ear, "she'll be in heaven now." I don't know if he actually believes that himself but I guess he is just trying to comfort me. I snuggle into him closer and hold on to him like he is the only thing keeping me from falling through the earth.
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Annabel Jones' Murder Mystery
Teen FictionAnnabel's mother died when she was twelve. Now she is fifteen, burning with a determination to find her mother's killer and trained in self defence. The only problem is that the police think her mother committed suicide.
