My Dad is a Murderer

Christopher opened his eyes, it was early in the morning, it was still dark outside and it was snowing. Christopher went up slowly from bed and walked out to the kitchen to eat, he wasn’t really hungry, he just didn’t know what he should do. He took an apple from the fruit bowl; while he ate he remembered something from the night before.

-Memory-

Christopher was on his way home. There weren’t many people in the street, just himself, a red haired girl and some boys. He kept looking at the red haired girl like he knew something was going to happen to her. When she turned around he looked down to the ground but couldn’t help himself but to look up at the girl again, however when he did she was laying on the ground….Dead!

(The next evening)

Christopher walked nervously back and forward in his apartment. He walked slowly to the window to see if the mysterious man still was standing out there. Christopher felt relieved when he saw that the mysterious man was gone. He walked quickly to the hall, put on his shoes and walked out of the building.  While he was walking he heard some foot step behind him, he slowly started to walk faster. He heard the footsteps coming closer; Christopher wished that someone he knew could come and help him. Suddenly Christopher turned around to see who it was, “Oh it’s just you,”  he said just before everything turned black.

(Some days later Amanda’s point of view)

Amanda took a deep breath, she was about to enter the murderer’s house. Slowly Amanda opened the door, walked in and carefully closed the door behind her. She heard some voices coming from upstairs and started to walk. The voices got louder and it sounded like a man and a younger girl, she might have been his daughter.“We have to go otherwise the bad policeman will come and take me away,” the man said.

“But Dad, I don’t want to go,” the younger girl said.

“Amber, we must go, you don’t want to lose me right?” the man asked.

“No, Dad,” she said.

“Then we must go right now,” he said.

Amanda heard the footsteps coming closer to her and she grabbed her gun, she could hear them talk but she didn’t care enough to listen any longer but when they saw her, both stopped talking.

“Who are you? “the man asked.

“You’re under arrest,” she said.