He was my bestfriend since I was 8 years old. We would have so much fun together. He has the biggest heart. One thing he always said to me was to have courage and be kind. He had more kindness in his fingers than any other person. After school we would always go to the store and buy some balloons and then fill them up with water and throw them at eachother. His name is Jake and my name is Alice. Always when I wake up he would call me and say " Hey beautiful!". And I would always look forward to that, but now I can't because he was killed 2 weeks ago.
It was a lovely sunny day when i found Jake lying on the floor. There was blood everywere. On the walls, stairs, windows, everywere. I were in shock. He had knife scars everywere on his body. The knife was stabbed into his heart. I called the police and told the police officer about what happened or about what I saw. The police arrived and asked me about, when I arrived, where I was before I came here and why I came here and what's my relationship with Jake was and questions like that. I told him everything and then the police officer told me to be in town until this investigation was over.
It's been 2 months now and the police have still not found out about who the killer is. My lovely husband Steve has been really nice to me and pation about me to get over the fact that Jack died and that I should try to focus on other things. Steve is so kind and every time he comes in the room it feels like i have butterflies in my stumick.