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Thanks for reading me. This is a little shorter then the other two.

Chapter 4- Life faded away, world crumbed beneath my feet

The last Friday before school ended, Kate and Tanya took me to a movie, their mom Jane drove us. We went to see the new Johnny Depp movie Sweeney Todd. When the movie ended Kate called her mom to come get us to give us a ride home. Even though we all lived less then a 20 minute walk from home, our parents decided that it would be safer for me to always have a ride where ever we went. Jane showed up soon after and drove me home. I got out of her Ford Focus and ran up the walk yelling good byes and I'll call you later. I unlocked the door with my key and walked in. I went to hang up my jacket and when I walked past the living room I could hear a Dodgers Game on the Television. I knew Phil loved the Dodgers and would never miss a game, so I left him alone to go upstairs. When I got upstairs, I could hear Dylan's music pounding out of his stereo speakers. I stomped into his room for the millionth time, like always to yell at him to turn it down. He was lying face down on his bed and I pushed his shoulder, he didn't move. So I bent down to get at his ear level and asked him to turn it down, I moved his arm when he didn't answer and that's when I saw the blood.

I heard a door slam and running when I dropped to the floor and crawled under his bed trying desperately not to make a sound. I was looking at the door when it swung open and my mothers feet came running in and the door was slammed and locked. She backed up to the desk and started screaming when she saw Dylan. She walked to the bed and turned him over and started sobbing over his body, then the door was kicked open. She didn't even move from holding Dylan when I heard his voice. It was Mr. C, he was in my house, he had stabbed my brother and now he was screaming at my mother. I realized then that Phil must be dead too if he didn't come help. He turned and ripped the stereo off the shelf and threw it against the wall. It took everything I had to stay under the bed. Mr. C. growled out " Where is she?" My mother was still sobbing and holding Dylan I assumed because the bed was moving as if rocking him to sleep. Then a yell " WHERE IS SHE? YOUR HER MOTHER YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS".

Then I heard a small scuffle and my mother was thrown onto the floor, he was kneeling on her back, her face was turned towards me, she saw me without really seeing me. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming and she shook her head silently telling me not to make a sound with her eyes, pleading me. I kept staring at her and a tear fell from her eye " she is at a sleep over with some friends and won't be home till Sunday" she cried out from the pain in her back. That's when I saw the knife. He ran the bloody knife over her cheek cutting it slightly and then across her neck. " You were never a good mother to her, if you were you would have known not to fight me in the first place, you should have just given her to me. I am the only one who can really love her and protect her from the rest of this filthy world". I was silently sobbing keeping eye contact with my mother.

But nothing could have prepared me to watch as he stabbed her. I watched silently as the life in her eyes faded. I could hear police sirens coming closer and I saw him get off my mother and walk out of the room. I could hear his boots stomping as he ran down the stairs and out the front door without closing it. I crawled out from under the bed and ran out of the room, past my dead step father and out into the front yard, I could see the red and blue flashing lights approaching and I ran out into the street to stop them.

The next few hours went by in a blur. I successfully waved three police cars into my yard where they asked If I was hurt. How dare they ask me, I am not dead, my mother, step father and poor sweet young beautiful Dylan were the hurt ones. They were dead, they were dead because of me. It was all my fault, they could still be alive if not for me. I was the selfish one, I was the one who caused this. I was so dead from the inside, my emotions couldn't handle anything else. The police had to drag me from my home to bring the bodies out. I was taken to the police station where they questioned me over and over about what had happened. Who did this, they asked. How could they not know. I could only bring myself to say one name and it wasn't even a whole name. Mr. C. . Detective Black ended up calling Kate and Tanya's mom Jane to figure out who Mr. C. was. She rushed to the police station and grabbed me up in a hug along with my best friends. They informed Detective Black about the problems with Mr. C, they informed him about what the school did and that I had a restraining order against him.

Detective Black was very fast in catching Mr. C, they went to his house and found him in his basement surrounded by photos of me, and covered in my families blood. Evidently Mr. C, had been obsessed with me for the last two years, he had been following me around and taking pictures of me from far away. In every picture where someone else was accidentally captured he had either cut them out of the picture or scratched out the eyes, as if blinding anyone from seeing me. I was forced to sit behind the one way mirror to identify him as the man who tore my life from me. He kept looking at the mirror as if he knew I was there, He stated that he was the only man who would love and protect me and that he would find me and take me and hide me from the filth. I belonged to him and he would come find me and take me away. I broke down again after nodding that it was him.

He was taken to court and he plead temporary insanity, the jury found him guilty and they incarcerated him in Arizona State Prison Complex- Douglas, for 3 consecutive life sentences. It is 248 miles Southeast of Phoenix. They take anyone from level one to level 5 high security and mentally insane prisoners. The next 6 months of my Junior Year in Arcadia High school was all hell. No one wanted to be around the crazy girl with no family. Trying as hard as they could Kate and Tanya couldn't pull me from my own personal hell. I was trapped inside my head living that night over and over again. Seeing my step father lying on the floor eyes wide open in shock, picturing Dylan, only 12, dead on his bed stabbed to death, and the worst was seeing my mothers eyes. When ever I closed my eyes I would see hers, locked on mine pleading me to stay quiet. Seeing the life drain out of her. I kept blaming myself for everything and God knows it was truly my fault. Jane kept trying to get me to see a counselor and when I finally went they suggested that I live with my family. I laughed how could she forget that my family was dead. My counselor reminded me that my father and older brother would love to have me move in with them in Forks, to start over to get my life back.

I fought with Jane and the court appointed counselor over the move for weeks on end. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to start over, because it would always be the same. I would always remember that I was to blame for three lives lost to an obsessed teacher. I was happy about two things when I was court ordered to go to live with my Father in Forks Washington. First being that I would no longer have to put up with a High School where everyone knew my secrets and I would be seeing my favorite brother Emmett again. All of my things were packed for me, all of my mother and Phil's things were put into storage and the house was sold and the money from it was put into a trust fund for me when I turned 25. I was told that Phil had saved for years and his parents had money too so it was all mine now. None of that happy news made me happy, all it did was remind me about the lives that I cost. It reminded me that I was at fault for 3 deaths. That Is why I am getting off of a plane in Port Angeles Washington.