I'm back! Sooner then I expected, but I have nothing to do. So it's ok… I think there is still a few left. Thanks to all my loyal reviewers, the rest of you ARE STILL DEAD! I hope Mr. Sniffles feasts upon your soul tonight. IF YOU HAVE ONE…. I wasn't stalling people! I just really liked that song and I kinda thought that it would fit with the story. All people who have had a missing person that cared about know that feeling. Now I shall go back to the story.

Hours later, Mrs. Foutley returned home. Carl was waiting for her in the living room, watching the Spanish channel. Even though he didn't know any of thing about speaking that language, it kept him occupied trying to figure out what they were saying. At the sound of the front door opening, Carl snapped his head towards the door. His mother walked through, looking lost. "Was it her?" he asked. Mrs. Foutley made no acknowledgement to Carl and walked up the stairs to her room. She was gone. She looked more like a zombie then the lively person she was just a week before.

Carl knew what that meant. He wasn't as stupid as he looked. He knew that his mom had been called down to identify his sister's body. And it was Ginger. Loud sobs came from up stairs.

The days leading up to her funeral, the house was pretty much dead. Little movement went on. Mrs. Foutley had locked herself up in the room and refused to come out with the exception to go to the bathroom or to get something to eat. The only time that she had any human contact was when she had to make plans for Ginger's funeral. Picking out the casket, the flowers, the dress Ginger would be buried in was unbearable to her. Never would she have thought that she would be putting her young daughter to rest.

Carl was left to take care of himself. He prepared his own meals, went to bed when he wanted. He could do anything he wanted with out getting in trouble. It was somewhat enjoyable for a while, but it left a void in his heart. Carl knew that he shouldn't be enjoying himself when he knew that his sister had been murdered.

From what he had learned, she had been murdered the night that she went missing. Around two o'clock in the morning. She had died from asphyxiation, death to lack of oxygen. In Ginger's case, she had been strangled. Dark ligature marks had been found around her neck. There was no water in her lungs so she was put into the lake after she was murdered. When the police came to look at her, there was a small piece of rope still wrapped around her right ankle, suggesting that she had been tied to something heavy to keep her from being found. But some how, the body broke away from it and Ginger's body had came to the surface.

But the thing that surprises people that knew Ginger the most, was that the autopsy showed that she was pregnant. This made Mitch one of the prime suspects, but nobody really believes he did it. He seemed to kinda and willing to help with finding Ginger and giving help to find her murderer, that he appeared to be innocent. He even offered to take a lie detector test. He never did though, for some reason the police found it unnecessary. Especially since he had an alibi. Mitch was at home that night. His parents confirmed that. They said they thought something was wrong, and went to check on him and he was there, fast asleep. The time was the same time that Ginger was thought to be strangled. Mitch was safe.

The Foutley's and the Bishops were the first to arrive at the funeral. Dodie and Mrs. Bishop lead Mrs. Foutley up to the open casket to pay her respects to Ginger. The three kneeled there, not saying a word. Mrs. Foutley had on her expressionless face as she was walked backed to her seat.

Next was Carl's turn. He wanted to go by himself and before everyone else came. Hoodsie was looking at the flowers that had been delivered, trying his best to stay away from the depression of funerals. And Mrs. Bishop and Dodie were trying to console Mrs. Foutley, or at least trying to get her to show some signs of life.

Carl kneeled in front of his sister, trying to think of something to say for his final goodbye. His hands were clasped together in signs of prayer. But all he could think of was all the think of was the things that Ginger would miss out on in life. She wouldn't graduate; she wouldn't celebrate any more holidays, no more boyfriends. Ginger never got to go to any of her proms; there would be no graduation from high school for her, no college. She would never know what it feels like to be married or have kids. No more living. All of these thoughts angered him. Carl clasped his hands closer together and shut his eyes tightly to keep out the tears were trying to escape. "I swear I'm going to find who did this to you," Carl whispered to his sister. "I'm going to find him, and I am going to make him pay." He opened his eyes and looked at his sister. Ginger looked pretty in her long, flowing white dress. Her hands clasped around a fake white rose.

Carl began to chew on his bottom lip. "We all miss you Ginge. Everyone does. You should see all the people that wanted to help find you… Mom isn't taking this well. She isn't the same anymore. It killed her to find out what had happened to you… She really misses you."

The tears that he had been desperately trying to hold back all these days began to fall. "I miss you too. I really do… Nothing has been the same since you have left. It really hurts me to think about how you died, what your last moments of life were like. How scared you must have been. How much pain you had to go through."

Carl's head fell onto his hands. His eyes closed once more. "But I swear that I will find the bastard that did this to you. I will look for him till my dieing day. Justice will be served. You have my word, Sis."

Many people turned up for the memorial service. Some people the Foutley family knew, like neighbors and people from school. But there was also some people that didn't know them, but has seen the story on the news and wanted to come.

A few people from the school came up to share some memories that they had of Ginger. Dodie took the longest time. One, because she would always have to stop every other sentence since she would brake down into sobs. And two, she wanted to share just about everything that Ginger, Macy and her had done since they had become BFFs.

Mitch came in a bit later then Macy. He just come back from paying his respects and took a seat, three seats to the right, of Carl. Carl looked over at him. Mitch was looking ahead at a picture of Ginger that was set by her coffin. He looked over to where Carl was and smiled at him. Traces of tears were on his face.

Carl looked away quickly. There was something about Mitch that gave him an uneasy feeling. Like he someone had grabbed him by the throat and was strangling whatever life he had left in him. Rubbing the back of his neck, Carl tried to shake off the feeling. "Mitch didn't kill his sister," Carl told himself. "The police didn't think that it was him. He couldn't have done it, he loved her."

Carl looked back at Mitch. "But what if they were wrong?"

The unknown guest didn't go to the actual burial. That was left for the family and the close friends. Once a few hymns had been said, Ginger's coffin was in the ground and buried, Mrs. Foutley kneeled on the fresh dirt in front of Ginger's marker. She didn't seem to care that she was getting her best black dress dirty. Nothing in the world seemed to matter to her anymore. Ginger was gone. She had lost her only daughter. Was there really any reason to have hope in this world, in this God who was supposedly supposed to be watching over them, loving everyone? If He was so great then how could he take a child and end their life so suddenly and horribly? How could He love the people that did this to innocent people? Why couldn't it have been her instead of her young daughter? Now, Mrs. Foutley didn't believe if there was a god. Not if he could allow this to happen.

After ten minutes, people began to leave. Mitch went over to Mrs. Foutley. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said quietly. "Maybe you should go home and get some rest." She didn't budge. "Come on Mrs. Foutley." Slowly, she got up and walked to the Bishop's car.

Mitch began to walk back to his own car. "Are you coming too Carl?" he asked.

Carl turned from staring at Ginger's grave to look at Mitch. No words came to mind. "No, I'll walk," Carl came up with. "I'm going to stay awhile longer."

"Are you sure? I can give you a ride if you want."

"I'm sure."

Mitch shrugged and headed back to his car. Now Carl was alone. He kneeled on the freshly piled dirt and gazed at his marble marker. He fingered the engraved words as he read:

Ginger Louise Foutley

April 17th 1989- May 4th 2006

Loving daughter, sister, and friend

Carl grasped some loose dirt in his hands. "You don't know how much I want you back," he said out loud. "I love you."

And I stop again! Ok this isn't a cliffhanger, right? This is not the last chapter, we still need to find out who killed her, and will they pay for it. And how will the family and friends cope? MORE SONGS! Yay! I love music! I picked some of my favorite songs too! Yay! CHEER NOW! So yes, it's not over yet. But I'll give you a hint, the more reviews I get, the sooner I shall update… which you better hope is a lot because I wont have so much time now. But if I get enough people demanding and threatening me, then yes, I shall add more. SO REVIEW? Otherwise you will be, or are, dead to me. Oh yeah, I don't know what Ginger's birthday is or her middle name. So we'll go with what I got. Ok? Unless you know her middle name, then correct me. OR WAS SHE LAST NAMELESS! Gasp!

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So thanks to all those have reviewed. I know that I didn't get you all down, but yeah. So this is not the end, THERE IS LOTS MORE LEFT! Ok like maybe three chapters. I just wanted to thank people. Peace!

With Love

Again

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