As I made my way up the creaky oak stairs to the second floor. The old tiny cracks on the stairs reflected how I felt at the time: confused and having to make a decision. Choosing a side to hold on to before it’s too late. Before the darkness from the cracks crawl at night and swallows me in. The puzzle that I just solved was like no other. This puzzle actually mattered, not only for my carer as a detective but for my personal life. It helped me realise who I truly am. I was usually the happiest person in the world when I had solved a mystery, but this time was different. I was regretting the minute I solved it, for the truth was there to haunt me for the rest of my life. I could see the blue eyes of my father through the rusty peephole as …show more content…
I was packing away my jigsaw puzzle pieces, which was my favourite evening occupation. When I received a call from the station asking me to investigate in what they described as “First degree murder of 55 years old Amanda Steele”. The thing that socked me the most was the name of this women. I have never heard of her. I assumed she was the new lady in town. But who and why would anyone kill her? She has only stayed one day in Mystic Falls, yet all who met her loved her. At least that’s what I heard. This question kept vibrating in my head while I was driving to the crime …show more content…
The words that were still vibrating inside of me. Still burning me up as each second went by. I heard my dad’s melodic voice stretching out each syllable as if he was playing a simple game of hide-and-seek, “Honey I am home, where are you” I could feel the cold hard earth beneath me. My brown eyes widened in panic. Tears streamed down my face as I bit my bottom lip until I tasted the metallic sting of my own blood. I tried to hold back my sobs as I placed all the letters back in the box and locked it. I heard a creaking sound as his weight pressed into the wooden boards above me. He was close. And I was closer than ever to the answer I was looking for. More tears stained my cheeks as I quickly ran and unlocked the window. I looked behind me before slowly pushing the window open. A loud banging from the other room caused me to jump. I took a deep breath as I quickly snuck out of my only possible escape to find my self in the middle of my backyard. Barefoot and possibly standing on the murder weapon. My dad’s old shovel masked with
The murderer, whoever it was, wanted everyone to know who the victims were. “A card propped up against his foot gave the man’s identity — Rev. Edward Wheeler Hall, 41, pastor of the Episcopal Church of St. John the Evangelist in New Brunswick. The woman was identified as Eleanor Reinhardt Mills, 34, wife of
'For all the smoldering emotions of that summer swelled up in me and burst-the great need for my mother who was never there, the hopelessness of our poverty and degradation, the bewilderment of being neither child nor woman and both at once, the fear unleashed by my father's tears.'
Maybe she didn’t do it out of self defense and this murder was her way out of the sex trafficking life she was forced into to. Since murdering because of self defense cannot be proven in her case it seems that she is guilty of murder and she has to serve sixty years in prison. Defenders say she she murdered because she felt threatened and prosecutors say she murdered him to rob him, and this makes it really
To be found guilty of first degree murder, it must be proven that killed someone with malice aforethought, meaning it was planned, premeditated. First degree murder is to kill malevolence, to kill either intentionally and deliberately or recklessly with the utmost disregard for human life. Premeditation may be fashioned immediately and does not require a lengthy period of contemplation. The death penalty is recognized in Thirty-eight states. Capital first-degree murder or aggravated first-degree murder is categorized in killings viewed as deserving of capital punishment. Life imprisonment or death penalty is the punishment resulted in a conviction. States who do not recognized the death penalty, aggravated murder carries life imprisonment. When aggravated or capital murder is committed in a heinous or monstrous fashion, it is considered homicide (Lippman, 2006).
When she finished with her morning ritual, I took her into the house, gave her a pat on the head, and grabbed my running shoes. My mind was still empty as I walked to my car, hit the automatic unlock button, and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key one click and the electric system forced the radio to blast into my ears. Simultaneously, thoughts I wasn’t aware were there came to the surface as I listened to Cutting Crew sing “I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight.”
Fisch, Harmanpreet Kaur drank alcohol and did cocaine. She then went to Mrs. Fisch’s address,
And splinters, And boards torn up,”. The imperfections in the staircase show how her life was a struggle that was never perfect. These next few lines elaborate on the original metaphor by describing the severity of how far away from a perfect crystal stair her life was.
Domestic Homicide is the killing of one person by another within the household. Many cases of domestic homicide take place each year. A third of all murders are committed by women. There is also a forty-one percent chance that a woman was the murderer in a spouse murder trial (Dawson 1). Women should have their cases taken seriously and not with sympathy just because they are smaller and weaker than their counterpart. There are Laws and Protection Orders provided throughout the United States, so women should not have to deal with any type of violence or abuse. If they aren’t treated with violence, then there shouldn’t be any reason for women to try to kill their abusive husband. Women should be tried for murder of their abusive husband just like any other person that has committed murder in America.
Shana Fisher, the first victim to be killed, had experienced “4 months of problems” according to her mother, Sadie Rodriguez. Dimitrios Pagourtzis had been advancing on her for months despite the lack of reciprocal interest.
Murder is defined as killing another human being unlawful which also began as just common law. Murder is divided into degrees in almost every jurisdiction in the United States as the manner of killing someone seems to have been calculated, into at least two degrees, first and second. Judges had no decision into whether to divide murder into degrees; however, that was done by legislatures. (Pauley, 1999) English judges had warranted the death penalty for planned murder-murder with "malice aforethought," the old English equivalent of premeditated murder-as far back as the 1500s.
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
I cried as we locked up the house for the last time. I felt like we had just spackled, primed, and painted over my childhood. I felt as if my identity had been erased, and like the character in the song, I had lost myself. There was no longer any physical evidence that I had ever lived in, much less grew up in, the house.
First degree murder is intentional and premeditated. It means that the crime was committed after planning or lying in wait for the victim. It is also considered first degree murder if a person dies due to a violent felony. The punishment for first degree murder is death. Although there are other crimes, first degree murder is the most common offense that will get someone on death row.
ABSTRACT Murder is a crime which has been on a rise in the recent years. There are many purpose to know why this is increasing and what are its risk factors. The basic risk factors includes the relationship between the victim and the perpetrator, use of weapon by the perpetrator and any history of mental illness of the perpetrator. In my project I have included the literature review why some murder mysteries are being unsolved even after so many years.
My heart was simply ripped apart. I could not believe it at first, but I knew I had to. After all these wonderful years and enthralling moments, I finally have to face God's greatest challenge. My mind wasn't as messy as before anymore and I couldn't even think of what to think. It seemed as if I had nothing to worry about, nothing to do, nothing to say. I was trapped inside this room waiting for the Grim Reaper to reap my innocent soul.