“Emma are you okay?”
“Yes dad I’m fine, it was just a bad dream.” Emma replied shackingly.
Ben stood up and left with a sadness in his eye that Emma had not seen since her mother died. Thinking about her mother made Emma weep, she usualy would look at photos of them together to cheer her up. It made Emma feel like her mother was still with her, comforting her. However this was no longer an option as Mary the wine swelling child beater had stolen her pictures. Yet good still came from this horrible dream; it made Emma more determined to find her pictures.
Now i have met Emma and visit her often, and i belive that it was at this moment she began to go downhill. Thinking to much about a revenge on Mary and not enough about how she felt, how this was effecting her. Not thinking about anyone but Mary and her Mother…