Small Town Murder

Linsey brushed her hair and smiled. She looked in the mirror with delight at her silky blonde hair. She went into the kitchen in her favorite pajamas, and fixed herself a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and biscuits. It was a late breakfast, due to the fact it was 9:45 a.m., and she had slept most of the day. After eating, she went and changed into some clothes. She didn't really have any special place to go, even thought it was a slightyly cool Friday morning. Well, its ten o' clock, she said to herself. I gotta fix my hair. She walked to her bathroom, then as she began to fix her hair, she hummed to herself. About a second later, she heard a slight shatter. She stopped, and listened. Maybe its just me, she thought. She began to fix her hair again, as she heard another noise come from the kitchen. She stopped, and walked slowly to the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen, looking for a source of the noise. From beside the refridgerator came a man, punching her hard. She screamed as he put his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. She wiggled her way from under him, and ran into her room. He chased steadily after her, a knife in his hand. She closed the door and quickly locked it. She got onto her bed. She was flaberghasted and afraid; for she knew the man and knew him well. The man was Ryan Waldorf, Linsey's ex-boyfriend, whom she'd recently broken-up with. She had a child with him - a 3-year-old boy named Ryan after him. "Open the door, Linsey!" Ryan screamed, cursing. "Open the door!" As he screamed, baby Ryan woke up crying. She held him tightly as he slammed his body against her bedroom door, full-force. He finally broke her door down, and she kissed her son on his forehead and told him to run quickly into her closet and lock himself in it. "Why, Linsey?" He shouted, starting to cry alittle, walking slowly towards her. "You knew I loved you..." Linsey cried and said, "I loved you too, Ryan, I just needed my space. I mean, if I didn't love you, we wouldn't have had Ryan!" He wiped the perspiration off of his forehead, and crept toward her. "Well, Linsey, its all ove rnow." He lurched towards her, sinking the knife into her. She tried to push him off, but he was too heavy to push away. He shoved her head deep into the pillows, and stabbed her a few more times. "If I can't live with you," he said, stabbing and punching her, "then you can't live with anything." With that, he moved the knife across her throat, blood drenching the walls and sheets. She tried to breathe, but the pain was unbearable; thats when she realized: Oh my God. My throat has been slit. He gott off of her bed, and opened the closet door. Ryan must have forgotten to lock it, he thought. Ryan looked int he corner and saw his son huddled up, shaking. "Come here, baby," Ryan said. "Come on, come to daddy," Ryan said. Ryan slowly crawled to him. Ryan picked him up, looked back at Linsey, bleeding to death, and rushed out the door, making sure his son didn't see her. Ryan pulled into his mother's driveway, and got his son and went into the house. "Mom!" he shouted. "Yes, hon?" his mom replied. "I killed Linsey," he said. "Watch Ryan while I'm in jail, okay?" he reach for the phone. "Murderer!" his mother shreiked, grabbing her grandson. "Yeah, police?" Ryan said. "I just killed a girl," he said. Ryan was later arrested and taken to jail.

[This story was based on recent events. Names have been changed, some parts of the story, fiction. My love goes out to her family.]
Crystal Hammond
June 28, 1980 - March 14, 2003