"...in other news, a young girl, nearly twelve years old was found dead behind a bakery after reported missing several weeks ago. The girl, Stephanie Woodstock, was last seen at school on March 12th 2010 and was not spotted again since. The owners of the bakery have been detained as possible suspects of the crime, and the shop will be closed until further notice..."
Seven years ago, the unthinkable happened. I lost my younger sister Stephanie to some psychopathic murderer.
"Mom.. she's gone. It's my fault I didn't go pick her up," the blonde said, choking back tears. "She isn't here because of me."
"Cassidy, it's as good of my fault as it is yours. I should have given you a lecture on how you need to learn to be responsible and care for your younger sister." Her mom seemed calm, but Cassidy saw through the gleaming blue eyes that pierced her own green. Inside, she saw fear, and nothing but fear.
That was seven years ago, at least. And those seven years ago, I made the promise to myself that I would find whoever hurt Steph and hurt them worse.
authors note:
hey! this was just the prologue to my story titled 'Her'. as you can tell, it's about a distraught teen dealing with loss. it will deal with a TON of drama with a sprinkle of humor. this is also about bisexuality and finding yourself in between. drop a like/love if you enjoyed! heck, you can even drop a meh! any feedback is good feedback!
Seven years ago, the unthinkable happened. I lost my younger sister Stephanie to some psychopathic murderer.
"Mom.. she's gone. It's my fault I didn't go pick her up," the blonde said, choking back tears. "She isn't here because of me."
"Cassidy, it's as good of my fault as it is yours. I should have given you a lecture on how you need to learn to be responsible and care for your younger sister." Her mom seemed calm, but Cassidy saw through the gleaming blue eyes that pierced her own green. Inside, she saw fear, and nothing but fear.
That was seven years ago, at least. And those seven years ago, I made the promise to myself that I would find whoever hurt Steph and hurt them worse.
authors note:
hey! this was just the prologue to my story titled 'Her'. as you can tell, it's about a distraught teen dealing with loss. it will deal with a TON of drama with a sprinkle of humor. this is also about bisexuality and finding yourself in between. drop a like/love if you enjoyed! heck, you can even drop a meh! any feedback is good feedback!
