They called her the girl in the creek. I just knew her as my older sister. And she was murdered when I was twelve years old. They found her face down in a small stream of water about twenty miles from town.

The reporters camped out in front of our house for weeks, waiting for one of us to make a comment. I knew better. My parents had told me to keep my mouth shut and I did for the most part. When I finally opened my mouth, I bet the reporters wished I hadn't.

I had pushed my way through the crowd on my front lawn on the last day of school, toting my younger brother Emmett behind me.

"Edward, how is your mommy doing?" One of them asked.

"Do you want to say something about your sister?" Another asked, sticking a microphone in my face. "Or to anyone?"

I sighed and told Emmett to go inside. I waited until he closed the door before I turned around.

"Yeah I have something to say," I mumbled. They giggled in excitement and huddled around me like a group of lions waiting to devour their next meal. "Get off my fucking lawn."

I got grounded for a month after that stunt. They beeped it out on TV of course, but it was fairly obvious what I'd said. I didn't care. They stayed off the lawn after that.

Emmett was too young to understand. All he knew was that Kate wasn't coming back and that she was with the Angels now. In a way I was thankful that he didn't really feel the weight of the situation. I could only hope that as the years passed, his memory of her would fade. I know that sounded like an asshole thing to say, but it was coming from the best place. I didn't want him to live with what happened to her and everything that we were missing with her gone. That was my burden. I was old enough to remember everything.

My mother took it the worst. She slept in Kate's room night after night, sobbing into her pillow and crying out to God wondering what she'd done to deserve that pain. Dad was never really one to show emotion, but I saw the hurt in his eyes. Kate was his little girl, his only girl. To him she'd always be in pigtails riding her bike up and down the street.

I remembered the day they made the announcement very clearly. After working tirelessly for months and months on her case, they decided to suspend it due to lack of evidence.

My mother left a week after that. Packed up her things and didn't even bother leaving a note. We knew she wasn't herself anymore. The best parts of her died along with Kate. I tried not to blame her for leaving us. My father never murmured an ill word towards her, even though I knew it broke him to see her leave. In less than a year he'd lost a daughter and a wife, and gained life as a single father.

He did the best he could, giving us everything he could manage. I ended up taking care of Emmett most of the time since he was working so much, but I didn't mind.

As the years passed, my sister's murder began to dissolve away. The police and most of the town had lost all hope that they'd ever solve her case. They had no credible witnesses, no DNA evidence. Nothing.

Every time I heard a new news blip about it, which wasn't very often, I'd head to the local library and research whatever they were talking about. Forensics, police procedure, prior cases. By the time I graduated high school, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to catch my sister's killer.

A/N: Here I am again lol

I'm in the process of editing my OF so believe it or not I've had a lot of down time writing wise bc my lovely prereaders are working hard at telling me what works and what doesn't. BTW, thank you lovely prereaders. : )

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