I strolled aimlessly along every sidewalk in town. Pondering my next move, my thoughts raced in my head like a train derailed. Amy had somehow forgotten me. In all my years I never believed this could happen. I swore I would be there for her, and she swore to never forget me.
Earlier that day I paid a visit to her. I stood statute behind her as she gazed into the mirror. She looked pale and exhausted. She seemed almost sickly, yet still beautiful in a way only she could be. I could have done nothing more than I had to prevent the events to come. My job was to lay the seeds of good amist the weeds of hate and despair in her mind. I had done this deed , however with no reward. All I could do now was watch hopelessly , and pray she had taken some thought to lessons I had tried to teach her many times in the past. I had often wondered if she had any idea that I was there at all. Even though I had been a support to her, and guided her through several misfortunes in her life. She never would have survived her childhood without me. Out of all the girls, she was my favorite niece.
We left around noon, and arrived at the courthouse shortly there after. It all happened so suddenly. She stepped onto the curb, and into the crowd of reporters, lawyers, and innocent bystanders. She gave no fair warning at all , as she had intended the many times it was played out in her head. With one swift and calculated gesture, a gun was drawn. After an instant, and one loud bang later, Ryan Thompson, convicted child molester, lay dead on the court steps. Her face contorted into a devious smile, and I think I even heard giggling. It didn?t take long for the reality to set in for the crowd. Panic stricken, they scrambled away, or dropped to the ground in defense. Not Amy. She was an easy capture, standing there seemingly isolated amongst the heavily armed authorities. I was there beside Amy, yet again, ignored.
Even imprisoned she refused to...