An investigation.

What evil caused this devastation?

Not even the one who wielded the knife knows.

Too bad the spirit has left the victim.

Too gone to tell.

She is now a phantom

Who has said her farewell.

Some may say it was not murder at all.

At the time, she would agree.

She was gone much before it was declared.

A zombie.

Her brain had no function.

She was reminded of this every time the clock ticked

As she sat in front of her work.

Absolute consumption.

Or maybe it was purgatory?

Not quite blessed by the glowing light of freedom.

It held no glory.

But she was not damned enough for it to be hell.

The stone above her head was too heavy to break free.

She was trapped in between.

Despite her departure,

Nothing much has changed.

Her face was never forgotten,

Looks were still exchanged.

In fact, her phantom was so strong

No one noticed she was gone.

Her form still attended class.

Her placemat remained at the dinner table,

And she continued to sit behind it.

Peace finally filled her when the air turned cold.

With the appearance of the winter,

She was released into the blinding freedom.

No longer haggard by what there was to do

Or what she was told.

She was gone with the wind,

No more pressure from the world.

Relieved from all the bad with a break.

Her depiction became more clear,

No longer a blurry figure.

Her cheeks drew rosy once more,

And her lips began to find a familiar curl.

By the time of the sun, life was in bloom.

She was no longer a dead girl.

Her death was forgotten in the minds of others.

In fact, it was never known.

However, it remains potent in her.

No matter how successful the resurrection,

The image of the murder of a 15 year old girl

Will forever be engraved.

A grudge will always be held to the one who committed

The crime that filled me with endless fear: the dreadful

Sophomore year.