All Chapters of Killing Murphy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~If anything can go wrong, it will~ If there is one thing in life that I have learned, is that nobody cares.  Actually, let me rephrase that, nobody gives a damn. Well, that is what I decided and continued with that belief.I realized this truth at an early stage in my life, but it was not until I met Murphy that I realized just how things could get worse, much worse than they were already. I hate Murphy.I tried not to look at him as I sat on the bench, hugging my legs, watching the waves fall across the sand and return to the sea, again and again. The wind blew my hair across my face; the salt in the air tasted like my tears. Not too far pigeons were hovering, huddling close in various parts of the grass, blocking the pathway, and gliding in the air.  All were eagerly waiting for their next benefactor to reward them with a packet of seeds or breadcrumbs; I felt all eyes looking at me.  “It’s your f

~When all else fails, have hope~   “I heard your Dad left.”  Aimee looked at me curiously.  My eyes were red and my face was pale. I ignored her trying to concentrate in class. Geography was not my favorite subject. I thought it was boring. “If you knew, why are you asking?” I whispered carefully. If Mrs. Peters caught us talking it would be detention.   “I think she wants something.” I heard Murphy say.  “Quiet, Murphy.”  I was not in the mood. Why would no one leave me alone?   “Don’t trust her. She wants something.”  “Who’s Murphy?” Aimee frowned and her light blue eyes glanced quickly around the room.  “Nobody,” I said. “I’m trying to listen.”  “I’m hurt.” Murphy chuckled. “Will he come back?” She asked with a strange look in her eyes. “Yes, of course, he will be back!” I whispered and heard the anger i

~Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse~   The day was finally here. My thirteenth birthday. No one said anything to me about it, not a hint, or a clue of what to expect.  Mom said she would be back for my special day, with Antony. Would Dad be there? He skyped me almost two weeks ago and told me all about Japan and would let me fly over during the holidays. It was only a month until school broke up. I stood on the top lounge balcony on the third floor and watched the ocean. I did not look at the silent pool in the garden of many flowers, trees, and bright bush statues, neither did I hear the birds chirping and flying in the garden. I did not notice the bright blue sky running a straight line over the blue-green horizon. There was just nothing before me.    “Well, April fools,” said Murphy. “It’s a fool’s day.”   “Stop it. You know it’s my birthday!”   “Yes, I know what da

~Smile ... tomorrow will be worse~ Time meant nothing as I lay on the bench. I cried so much I think I ran out of tears. A few hours earlier the house was crazy, people were trying to find their family members, and rush out as fast as they could. Graham held me in his arms until my body became limp, and he eased his grip. I pushed myself from his arms and ran inside to find Susan, but I was too late. They had taken her already. Only a few police cars remained the blue and red flashing lights seemingly surreal, like Christmas tree lights compared to my Carnival. Police officers were questioning Mrs. Bradley, the party planner, and other household staff. When Graham found me one of the Police Officers, called him over, and saved me. No one noticed me leave the house. I ran down the sundeck across the stretch of the large manicured garden, past the bushes and trees, and flowers to the path to the beach.I knew that everyone would be worried about me and woul