Ciao! For an advancement in English class, I am in the process of publishing my book, and this is a virtual copy of the 'Preface' so please let me know if you think I should change anything. From time to time, I will be posting my half-chapters from ©Grey Eyes by Ami Key. Keep up to date if you enjoy, let me know if anything should be changed.
Grey Eyes
Preface
I watched them scream; sob even. They called me a monster. They made weak attempts to release themselves by thrashing back and forth, side to side. I couldn’t free them, for I couldn’t even free myself. I wanted to help them. I watched helplessly as my hand reached for the knob. I stood frozen, watching as freezing cold water flooded the room. My ankles turned numb as I glided through the frigid four-inch water to the staircase. I stopped once I reached the sixth step, realizing I had so much remorse for the helpless, tied up, drowning family of four. But I couldn’t let my agony show. It wasn't a choice. It was forced upon me.
“Detective! Take some notes on this,” I walked over to where the sheriff was; he stood over a piece of paper, putting on gloves to pick up the evidence. “Detective PeDesco. The paper is blank.”
“Put it over a fire. Don't completely burn it, just enough to see what it says. It could be written in lemon juice.”
“We’re not going to risk the well-being of the evidence! You incapable boy. We never should’ve never brought a younger detective on this scene! Of course, you don’t know how to handle anything like a real worker of this department.”
The sheriff yelled at me, letting me know loud and clear I'm not like them. It's not like I didn't know that. This has been the second month of him doing this and I was tired of it. In fact, I was exhausted. I yanked the paper and walked over to the kitchen of the crime scene and searched through a few of the drawers for matches or a lighter. Once I found some matches, I lit one and held the paper above the small flame. Nothing. Just a paper being burned. Sheriff Berk stomped over and smacked me on the back of my head. “No way! You found the hidden message!”
“But there’s nothi-”
“What, you think I’m slow, boy? Get out of here! Go home and don’t come back!”
Now, of course I wasn’t going to listen to him. I had visions. I knew something was happening. I don’t know how. I don’t even know who I am. All I know is that I can’t trust anyone. Not even myself.