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hth grave, and my heart jolts as needles form on my skin.
It’s open. The grave that should be closed like all the others is open.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit.
Why…why is it open? It shouldn’t be. It’s like eleven years ago, when —
A rustle comes from behind me and I whirl around.
It’s too late, though.
The last thing I see is a black mask before something slams into my face.
I fall backwards into the grave.
Just like back then. Just like when I was nearly buried alive.
I might’ve been able to escape that time, but it’s different now.
It’s finally over.
The world darkens as a tear slides down my cheek.
Why, Daddy? Just why?
Aurora
Eleven years ago
Sweat trickles down my spine as I step over the yellow signs.
The flashlight that’s gripped tightly in my hand outlines a clear path on the black dirt. The distant hoots of an owl echo in the otherwise silent night.
It’s been a few months since the discovery of the murders, so the police eventually lowered the security around the crime scene. Currently, it’s almost as if nothing happened here.
Almost.
Now that Maxim Griffin has been sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison and the victims’ families were able to give them proper burials, there’s nothing left here.
Nothing except for the yellow ‘Do Not Cross’ tape.
I do cross it, not because I’m bent on breaking the rules, but because if I don’t do this now, I won’t be able to in the future.
My hair sticks to my face underneath the baseball cap I’m using to cover my identity. I went from one bus to another to finally get to where I am now.
The few hundred pounds I have from my savings will be able to get me a motel room and a plane ticket so I can fly outside of England. Not far, though. Maybe Northern Ireland or Scotland. Since I’ll be seventeen soon, I’ll have to figure out a way to forge the new identity I was given in the Witness Protection Program.
I’ll figure it out. I have to. It’s the only way I’ll be able to escape the hell I’ve been living through during the last couple of months.
It’s the only way I’ll be able to start anew.
I wrap the coat around my body when a shiver goes through me, and I clutch the flashlight tighter. The graves in which Dad buried the women are still open.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I talk to them and apologise as I did to their families.
That’s all I’ve been doing during the trials — apologising. No matter how much I do it, it doesn’t seem to be enough.
