The Officer It was late at night, i was sitting in the corner of the police office. I drank my hot chocolate, wondering what I could have done to save her. I looked at the files they had given me. Each one of them looked so innocent but they weren't. As I looked through the second file, i noticed something. A mark. A mark on the man's shoulder. It looked like a dragon but maybe it wasn't. I looked closely at it, it had something written on it. I couldn't understand because it was in spanish. "Hello?" the police officer asked. "Have you figured out who killed Lucy?" I looked up at him. His name tag said Carl. "I think so," I said. "Well, which one is it!" I looked at him closely, he looked familiar. He looked like that guy with the dragon tattoo, but it couldn't be. He was helping me along. "AAAAAAGHHH!" I screamed. "It's him! He murdered my sister!" Carl grabbed me in the arm and ran. He pulled me into a lamp post and banged my head on it. My head was bleeding. I heard the sirens. "He's here!!" I yelled to the top of my voice. Carl made a run for it but the police officers caught him just in time. The next day I went to court to explain what had happened. I looked at Carl in the eye as he was being pulled away to a prison cell for 13 years. He looked at me back in the eye and said his last words. "Hide all you can, I will find you".

On My Own I ran, ran away not knowing where to go or who to call. I looked at my sore hands, full of scars and blood from that terrible house. I couldn't imagine how a person could be like that. Lonely, miserable and full of hatred. This was all my fault. I ran away from my parents, thinking they didn't love me anymore. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe I'm still at my house, drinking a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows. I pinched myself hoping it was. It wasn't a dream. For once in my #life, I was alone with nobody to talk to or get comfort. I was on my own in a middle of a #lifeless street. No bus, no people, no nothing. I walked along the side of the road, crying, hoping for someone to find me and bring me home. I stopped and waited outside a bus stop. I wiped my bloody hands on my ripped jeans and tried to hold in the tears. I couldn't do it. I thought about how my #life was back then, back when my little sister, Jane, was born. Everyone was so happy and so was I. I missed the sound of Jane's voice every morning. That smell from the breakfast table. How I wish I could eat bread and eggs. I was hungry with no food to eat and no water to drink. I knew what was going to happen to me. I knew I wasn't going to last another day. I cried for my mom, my dad, Jane and most importantly for myself.