He heard it as soon as he crossed the threshold, her name whispered over and over. He had been expecting it, it had been on the front of every newspaper after all; along with that picture of her and her parents, the one she said she hated so much. But still a copy of that very picture was found in the second draw of her wardrobe; he knew she kpt it just so she could look at it, look and smile as she so often did. The picture was not alone, there were others too, a few of the young couple, pictures of various friends pulling silly faces at the camera, pictures of her and her best friend Blaire.
He hadn’t seen Blaire since the funeral where she had been crying so much she had not seen him, so distraught at her loss that her mother had taken her to the doctors to ask for sleeping pills that would lessen the pain. They were all united in that respect, united in their grief over this lost angel. His heart had become so cold, he had become so numb, and he was a mere shadow of his former self. As he walked to school that morning it broke his heart to see her blinds closed as he walked passed her house, he had half hoped she would be there; running around in her uniform looking for socks, but he knew deep down that she wouldn’t be.
It had been five weeks since the ‘accident’. Five weeks since her life had been torn from her body, another action that shook the world. He had had five weeks to grieve, but he still could not come to terms with the fact that she was gone, he still saw her face every time he closed his eyes; she was there smiling at him, that special smile saved only for him. He smiled at the memory and reached out to touch her face but his fingers simply grasped at the air before him and a single tear fell to the floor. Another young life wasted, another family thrown into despair. Everyone’s thoughts when the heard of the crime? ‘What a horrible world we live in.’
Knife crime MUST stop.
A tribute to those who have lost their lives and to their families.
RIP
