My Mother and I had to go to the police station to identify Grace’s body. I could say for certain, it was not a fun experience. Just to stare at her cold pale body, her dead body. Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t her kidnapper have let her live and just released her back to her family alive? The doctor said that Grace died from a brain bleed that was caused by blunt forced trauma. I just wanted to hug her, to comfort her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. But I couldn’t, she was dead. I could no longer hold her or talk to her, We couldn’t go for walks together anymore. But one question remains, why did Grace’s kidnapper keep her for five whole years, then suddenly kill her? That day, the day I had to look at her still body, I was never the same. Having to see my Sister dead changed me. Who wouldn’t have been effected by that? My Mother insisted that I go over to her house after we confirmed it was Grace who was dead, but I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry for hours, maybe even days. My Sister was dead, my own flesh and blood was murdered. I didn’t think I would ever recover.
I went home by myself and lied in my bed with a bottle of raspberry wine. I drank almost the entire bottle. I then fell asleep thinking about all of the wonderful moments I had spent with Grace in the past. I though about her seventh birthday party, seven was always Grace’s favourite number so she insisted on having an extra special party when she turned seven. There was a massive birthday cake and loads of food and different types of drinks. She got around twenty presents in total, there was even double of a few things. She was so happy! Just thinking about that day made it hard to even think about her ever being sad. Or how scared she must have been five years ago at that party.
I just hope she didn’t suffer.