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But the horror was when she opened the envelope she saw …
Herself. Last night when she’d come to the window. She backed away and in her shock dropped the pictures on the floor. Then she looked closely at one of the pictures. It was her parents on the day they died. One was of her dad kissing her mum on the forehead. She fell to her knees. She turned that picture and it said in simple block like handwriting SHE NEVER LOVED ME I COULD HAVE GIVEN HER THE WORLD. “No, no this isn’t happening” tears fell down her pale white face. Then she saw the last picture it was of her parents. They were on the floor blood sounded their faces. Erin let on a quiet wail of agony. She turned the picture over and saw that on it was written WE’LL MEET ON YOUR SWEET SIXTEEN. She hastily stood up and stuffed the pictures in her locker. She wiped her tears on her jacket. She felt sick. It was as if her life was a paper and someone had ripped in to a thousand pieces. Her family’s murderer was alive. The thought made her want to be sick. “Hey are you alright” asked someone. Or were there 3 someone’s. Her vision blurred to the extent she didn’t know where her hand was. She tried to reach out and grab the wall. But where was the wall? She felt herself falling to the floor. Then black.
When she woke up it took her a few seconds to realize where she was. The nurse’s room. Rosa stood over her. “How are you?” Rosie asked worriedly in her thick French accent.
“Alright. What happened?” Erin asked. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.
“Vous évanoui darling” Rosie said. Erin understood her. One of the advantages of having a French nanny was that she was a fluent French speaker.
“Vraiment? Je me sens horrible” Erin replied. “I feel fine nurse” she said weakly.
“ok honey you go on home” the nurse told her. Erin smiled knowing that soon she’d be in the comfort of her own bed.
When she got home Rosie cooked some broth for her. It tasted horrible but she drank it. That night she was to scared to sleep so she turned on the radio. She recodnized the song at once Broken Strings By James Morrison.
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
She listened to those lines and felt herself breakdown and cry. She cried and kept on crying until she fell to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning she didn’t want to go to school knowing those dreaded pictures lay in waiting for her. Should she call the police ? she knew it was the right thing to do but she was having a hard time accepting it herself. She would call them when she was ready. She promised herself that. Next morning she told Rosie she felt ill and wasn’t going to school. She stayed in her bed the whole day. She wrote in her diary for a long time.
Next day she went to school. She decided that she would have to face those horrid pictures sooner or later and she decided sooner. She walked to school as if in trance. She walk through the corridor smiling at her friends then finally she opened her locker and gasped the pictures. Those terrifying pictures they were gone.
Translations:
“Vous évanoui darling = you fainted darling.
Vraiment? Je me sens horrible = really? I feel horrible
