Well I have decided to start to write a story, doesn't that sound fun! Sure does. Well this is the little Prologue; you know, before I start into the read story. Its not about vampires =O wow! but yeah, its about other gore and murder so don't worry. It was an old story that i had 27 written pages on lined paper, but then my brother lost it. I am going to try and write it again. I like the story line. Tell me what you think. ---------------------------------------------- Suzy sat on her porch with the light off. It was dark, and she liked it that way. Not that she was a dark person or anything; she just didn’t want to see the world. Why? Because it had failed her. Her life came crashing down all that one day in court. Most people who know Suzy, know that she is a nice, average student, and would least likely be found making a statement in court about the murder of 3 people. But that’s where she was earlier that day. It was one of the hardest things she had to do. Of course they could have put him away with out her eye witness account, but the lawyer on the prosecution told her that it would act to everyone’s advantage if she gave her statement on the stand. Suzy knew what they wanted; they wanted her to have some moving and emotional battle on the stand. She did, and she was still feeling the effects of seeing him again. She walked into court with wobbly legs and butterflies in her stomach. The first thing she saw was the families of the dead. Her best friend’s parents were there, crying in each others arms. As well as her friend’s boyfriend’s parents, they sat looking sternly towards the front. The emotion in there faces didn’t make walking up to the stand anymore easy. Then Suzy saw his parents, his mother was crying, and his father was sitting there with the most powerful look of disgust on his face, he hated his son, and everyone knew it. She sat down in the small booth and they swore her in. Suzy didn’t believe much in god these days. Her parents were devout Catholics, but since the divorce they never went to church. Suzy didn’t devote her life to god, but she knew he was there. But now, she didn’t know if he existed of not. She had doubts about everything she ever believed in. “Please state to the jury your name and your relationship with the defendant.” Another cold and heartless lawyer with questions to ask. She had answered all of them before, and this was the last time she would answer any more. “Suzy Peat, and he is my boyfriend” Her words sounded so hollow, there was almost an echo. She then realized her mistake. “He was my boyfriend” “So , which one is it?” “He isn’t boyfriend, but before......the...before everything he was.” “Did you break up with him before the murders took place?” There it was, the word she had been dreading all day, murders. It sounded so cold and alienated. “No” She didn’t have to explain her self in court; she wasn’t on trial for relationship problems. “Ok. I won’t press the matter; I was a teenager once too.” Suzy isn’t fooled by her tone; she knows that she is just trying to ease the mood. “Can you please tell the jury everything that happened up until you arrived at the police station in Owen Sound” “It really all started with my parents divorce, my mother moved me and her to a new town. New school, new friends, new everything.” Suzy started to tell the court her story. The story of murder, and pain. The story about Chris.