A few years later our daughter was two years old, she was the spitting image of me when I was a child. We decided it was time to get a pet to keep her safe while I was working. We got a dog, he was big and black and had green eyes, Annie, our daughter named him Charles, but called him Charlie occasionally. He was always there for her and me when I needed him, even though he was just a dog. When Anne was 4 years old she came out into the fields with me and Charlie and they played in the field together. Then suddenly a man came out on to the field with a sharp object, he was coming in mine and Annie's direction. The next thing I knew was that Charlie the dog was running at the man and Charlie bit him, the man, obviously hurt, left quickly. And Charlie came back over to us.

After another few years Annie turned 6, and while we were sleeping someone broke into the house and had made their way into my bedroom, they had a sharp object and he was going to kill me. Charlie jumped through the air to stop the man and landed on the sharp object. The man turned and left hastily. Charlie died doing what he did best, protecting me and Annie. The next day I had to tell Annie that Charlie had gone to the big kennel in the sky, and she didn't take it well. Charlie was her only friend because the other children didn't accept her because of my mistake. She then started to ask about him, James, her father and where he was. I had to tell her what happened so she wouldn't make the same mistake I did, but I couldn't say it all. She was too young, I told her that he'd moved away for a while and that he was never going to come back.

Another year had past she was 7, and the same thing happened with the man and the sharp object, although he didn't come to my room at all, just Annie's. When I woke she had cuts all over her. I didn't know what to do. I cried for days and never moved from her room. This is where I died, 24 years old. I'm still here though in the fields and in the house. You just can't see me now, I'm a ghost trapped in that moment. I can't move on, I knew who did it and he got away with it.