The story of a young girl

'When the sun reaches the moon the daylight is gone but the twilight zone appears' Hi my name is ali and i.m going to be a poet/astrominer when i.m older did you guess? I am only 10 and i still have a terrible tale to tell it started about a year ago now when a blood-red sun was setting on the horizon sounds like the perfect sunset doesn't it ? it did not to me because i knew it was trying to tell me something so i tumbled down our stairs only to find suzi and dominique whispering behind the door so i went back to bed on my way i passed my mother's study she was speaking to someone i could hear the angry buzz of her voice i moved closer but only to see my father through the slight crack of the door he was holding a knife he moved closer to mother mother but before i could do something he took 2 swipes to her throat she crumpled to a heap on the floor i did not feel sad i did not grieve because my mother was a very concieted person but i still found myself weeping silent tears partly because she had died but mostly because i thought how could my dear father do such a terrible thing?1

i went back to bed the storm  brewing in my head i woke to find suzi's (my au-pair) bright face above mine speaking words i coould not hear but her hand still clasped around mine an evil fire had been struck to her eyes i looked to the door only to see dominiques tearstained face mouthing 'sorry' she moved towards me with a bag my father stepping behind heri let out a scream but it was no use because we were alone in the strangely cold house i was shoved into the bag then heaved into the car i could feel my mothers body slump against me then the car stopped i was pulled out of the only to smell salty air we were at the harbour i heard a splash! my mothers had been sent to her watery grave would i to?2

then all of a sudden i was dropped i could her the cries of dominique and suzi also my father's screeches then the bag was opened and the harsh daylight shone in it was martin our gardener 'what are you doing here?' i stammer the thoughts still swirling in my head ' i think i have some explaining to do' he replied and he explained he was not a gardener at all he was an under-cover poilceman working on the case of my father for a long time i had to be taken to the poilce station for a while to make a stament i told my sad tale once again i also had to have councilling but i got through also while the forensics were combing the house i went to live with my dear aunty now she is living with me although the thoughts still swirl in my head and haunts my dreams and i always was wondering was i safe? but for now i will live life because i do not want it ended3