As Carol stood in the bathroom she knew what the result would be, her hands were shaking as she reached the first step of the stairs. “John'” she shouted. John came and stood at the bottom of the stairs with a worried look on his face “What’s wrong? ” he asked. By now Carol had already reached the bottom of the stairs, she gulped then said in a quiet voice – ‘you’re a daddy. The next nine months were to be a test of courage and strength both for Carol and John When the birth certificate came through It read: “Twins born to Mr.. ND Mrs.. Walker, iris twin (Emily) born at 6:pm, 1 6th/May/1959, The second twin (Katie) born at 6:pm, 16th/May/1959. The next 18 years brought joy, sadness and grief to the Walker family. At 2 years Emily said her first word “sister” at 3 years Katie took her first step. It was the afternoon of 1963 the hottest day in the year, Carol was making tea in the kitchen, and John was in the back sunning himself when it happened.Order now
Emily somehow opened the front door for fresh air when Katie came running by her, straight onto the road, she fell over and twisted her ankle, Just then David Burns came shooting round the corner, she screamed out for her sister but It was too late, David slammed on the brakes he was Just too slow, the last words said by Katie were “Emily I love you”, then he hit Katie. The worst thing was that Emily saw the whole thing, In graphic detail: she ran inside, tears streaming down her face, she ran into the kitchen “Mum, Mum! It’s Katie, She’s hurt “Where is she? “On the rood”, ” Oh my lord” Carol rushed to the back of the house He leapt out of his sent and ran on to the rood, where Katie was lying, when he held ere she was cold and blood was dripping down her head, he tried resuscitation but it just didn’t work, then he Just picked her up and carried her inside. He sat there in shock. He Just kept repeating “My Little girl, it’ll be O. K, daddies little girl” Carol called 911 then sot down. Emily Just kept on crying. This went on for 2 years. She blamed herself, she opened the door, if she hadn’t opened Katie would be alive.
Eleven years later (1974) she got a boyfriend Anthony Phillips (contradictory to popular belief). One stormy night. The night of April 25th 1977. Emily was at home watching ‘Count Drachma’ when the doorbell rang. She got up, walked over to the door, but Just as she was about to open it, the lights went out. She thought “Forget the door, I’d better reset the fuse”. So she went into the cellar, and reset the fuse. But when she came back upstairs, she felt a breeze, she checked the back door, locked, then she came into the living room, the front door woe wide open. But I distinctly remember not opening it? ” she utters So she shut the door and sat back down. A few minutes later she heard a creak behind her. “Who’s there”. No one answered, she reported the question Who is there! ” Then she saw the shadow. She slowly arose from her choir; rushed into the kitchen, slammed the top drawer open, took the largest handiest knife. Just then the shadow reappeared again, suddenly the fuse went out, It went dark, then the figure lurched for her, she plunged the knife in, He fell to the floor, she felt a sharp object scrape against her arm, she reset the fuse.
Then came back upstairs, it was then she realized it was Anthony. She realized “He must hove come around for a chat, and the sharp object I felt, what was it? ” the end of the armchair. And in a state of shock she phoned the police, “give me the police Department please” “I’ll put you through” DDCD answered “yes. Detective Inspector Walter Charmers of the police department speaking? ” “1… 1… 1 Just killed my boyfriend” within seconds the police had stormed the house. Emily was arrested: handcuffed and put in a police car. She was driven to the police station.
Then she made a statement. And she thought that was it. But it wasn’t. Antimony’s father and mother decided to press Charges, they thought they had a good case She Just could not believe what as going on. The court dote was set for the 1 lath of October 1977. She turned up 1 o’clock sharp. All rise for the honorable Judge White. She rose, the entire ordeal lasted 4 hours, with lawyers verbally bashing the truth into their liking. The Jury left the courtroom, when they re-entered, her heart was racing. 50 beats minute. We find the defendant guilty, of manslaughter and murder.
The court room, went quiet apart from the sound of fear and disapproval, “I sentence you to 20 years imprisonment, ‘bang’ the hammer hit the stained wood. She was hauled to her cell. Dark, damp, on her right was a filthy toilet, on her left was a bed extremely uncomfortable and painful, and directly inferno of her was a badly gratified wall, She spent The next 20 years in a rotten run-down prison in scruffy cell 1 with bread nod water every day. Every week and every yew. And with, n those years her father died of cancer and her mother died in o car crash. Finally her triumph, the sweet smell of freedom, filled her lungs.
She rushed home to see her parents. But they weren’t there, she asked her gibbers “they died last year, didn’t you know? ” she broke down into tears. ” she went bock home and wrote a poem: – The old days are gone, and I can’t bring them back When me and you were close together, All the memories I hove of you ore close to me. Mom + dad She stopped in her local shop for some flowers, but when she went to pay all she got were dirty looks from the customers and, the shopkeeper. “Mr.. Jones had always been nice to me”. When she paid for the flowers, Mr.. Jones seemed to snatch the money out of her hand.
She walked up the street and into the cemetery. The cemetery was dark and cold and looked like it was in a world of its own. She went to the grove laid down the flowers, read the poem and buried it under the gravel, She said her last good-byes and went home, She got a bottle of 100 Aspirin and rote o note I am alone and responsible far my sisters’ death She lay on her parents’ bed, opened the bottle and swallowed. Her body began to shake tear come to her eye as she closed her eyes for the last time, sorry Sis’ Her arm fell off the bed. The bottle fell out of her hand. And the tear ran down her face