Despair. Such a commonplace word, but so wicked at the same time. Despair leads to chaos--and chaos leads to utter destruction. Destruction that could ultimately lead to the unfortunate detonation of the human body. Valerie Foy, hereby proven guilty for the murder of her daughter, Cecile Foy. Her sister--her twin--inseparable since birth. After two years of fruitless analyzing and investigations, they finally found some key pieces of evidence that supposedly pointed directly to her mother. Interminable hot, fresh tears swarmed down Rue’s face in a pitiful clump. Her teeth clenched tightly, trying to restrain the deep stabbing pain dwelling within her stomach. Die. Die. Die. DIE! Her eyes were wide like a fawn when it first meets its predator. A raging fire swirled within her gray orbs as if trying to demolish all the obstructions standing in its way. They were wrong. All of them! …show more content…
Fools! Morons with nuts for a brain. How could they...how the heck could they? Her mother, obviously did not murder her twin. She was sentenced to the death penalty. For the crime was so horrific, no other punishment could appease for the sin. In the state of Virginia, the electric chair was still accepted as a legitimate punishment. To force its victims into sweet penitence for their atrocity.
If her mother was executed, she would have no one left. With her sister dead and her father long gone, the only other relative alive in her family of four would be her mother. Tch. Why her? Why is it always her? Constantly receiving the short end of the stick. Did the gods have some sort of grudge against her? She trudged along the sidewalk. Her hands shoved deeply in her pockets. It wasn’t sunny, nor was it raining. Just cloudy. Depressing. Mocking. Unfortunately, the news predicted it would rain later today, heh, maybe the clouds would cry for her. Express more than she would ever want