"So, what happened on the afternoon of October 31st?" the officer asked. I had to tell him the story which really isn't a story seeing as I really did see it occur. My ex-boyfriend was not the man I thought him out to be. I was devastated to realize that on the fatal night. The night I never should have followed. I'm sitting here about to spill my guts and I don't even know who had turned me over. I had tried to probe it from the officer but he said he was confidential information.
I folded my hands on top of the desk and looked him straight in the eye. I shouldn't be here I thought. I should be at home reading a good book erasing that horrifying moment from my life from my head. Guilt ripped at me like a dagger. That girls life should not have ended the way it did. I should have run to the police and I didn't.
I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and started from the beginning of the worst afternoons of my life. I was taking a walk debating whether to walk up to the Target and leaf through the magazines or sit at the ice cream shop and enjoy a delicious banana split. There have always been those woods were you found her and I've never gone over there and curiosity was creeping up on me. As I stood there staring at them the more I was tempted to take a walk through them. I had no idea I would endure one of the longest evenings of my life all because one guy had one to many and had a terrible temper to go with it.
