What can I say, I have been listening to a lot of music lately

You are insane
My desire
A violent daydream
Love, love

You are crazy
A perfect liar
Said you'd save me
Love, love

I know the moment I looked into your eyes
I'd had to swallow all your lies

I never said that I would be your lover
(I never said that I would be your friend)
I never said that I would take no other
(Be your lover)
Never said

You are insane
My desire
A dangerous game
Love, love

You are crazy
A perfect liar
Simply save me
Love, love

I know the moment I looked into your eyes
I'd had to swallow all your lies

I never said that I would be your lover
(I never said that I would be your friend)
I never said that I would take no other
(Be your lover)
(Never said)
(Oh, woah)
(No, oh)
(No, woah)
Love is madness

Love Is Madness by 30 Seconds to Mars

The girl was quiet, and he wasn't used to that. They always screamed and cried. Always. They knew he was a predator and acted accordingly. Did this girl not realize that? Of course she did, she knew him, bought drugs from him, fucked him when he wanted it. If she didn't know by now
she would soon enough when he cut off her finger to get that pretty ring.

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Kelly was seven years old the year her sister was taken as she slept peacefully in her room on the other side of the house. The killer never knew she was there or if he did, he left her be for some reason.

Jenny's body was found in a ditch 25 miles from their house the next day and Kelly's family was never the same again.

Her sister would have been thirty eight this year and still the case was unsolved. The detectives that had been working it all these years assured her that they had saved every bit of evidence from that horrible night when her eighteen year old sister was murdered, when she should have been safe in her bed.

From time to time the case was handed off to new people as the various men retired from the police force and Kelly always made it her business to go introduce herself to the new detectives. That was how she found herself shaking hands with a man named Daryl Dixon that cold February morning. He knew who she was, she knew Rick who worked the case until a bullet in the leg sent him into early retirement.

"No offense Mr. Dixon, but this isn't my first rodeo, your friend Rick Grimes did his best but the powers that be didn't give fuck all about my sister because she did some drugs," She put her hands on her hips and Daryl noticed the hippie shirt she wore for the first time, he looked at the picture in his file from long ago; she looked so much like her sister.

"I mean to change that Ma'am," He replied.

"Call me Kelly, you are going to hear from me a lot, I'm sure Rick told you."

Daryl nodded, "He did, and it was your persistence that opened up this case again after all these years, you know that."

"She deserves justice, my parents were ruined over this," Her father had a heart attack six months after the murder and died. When Kelly was 18 her mother overdosed on Xanax and ended her life, "I used to watch her putting on her makeup to go out sometimes and gosh she was just so beautiful to me,"

"You were alone in the house weren't you?" He asked, "Your parents had been out of town that weekend."

"That's right," She answered.

"And the boyfriend," Daryl thumbed through the file he just knew he was going to know inside and out before too long.

"He was away visiting a college that weekend, he was accepted for the fall semester, they have him on video throughout the days that weekend."

"Her dealer?"

"In the wind, has been for a long time. Mac Garcia, from Utah, he's gone to ground and no one has been able to find him," Kelly replied.

"You think it was him?"

"He always gave me the creeps, he had been to the house to sell to her. And he left town right after, he has people in Utah, so I figure that's where he's been. The fuck head always ate chocolate licorice, and I saw some out in the yard under her window the next day."

Daryl took copious notes when he was with her.

"Did the killer take anything from your sister? When she was found, did she... "

"Her class ring,"