Lizzie Borden

As the coach dropped me off at my house, I realized something was terribly wrong, I saw my sister, Lizzie, sitting on the concrete steps in front of our house talking to the police, against her will it seemed, I saw our maid sitting in the shade,away from the scorching sun of August, under an old oak tree in distraught, and then I saw them. I saw my Dad, and my step mother … dead. They were being carried out by paramedics, on a stained off white stretcher, one at a time, my dad first, and then my step mother, Mrs. Borden.
I don’t remember much about what happened after that, but by the green grass stains on my white dress, I’m guessing I passed out.
I woke up at John Morris’ house, on his coach. As I knocked a flyaway hair out of my face I noticed my face was wet, with tears, and then it all hit me at once that my Dad and Mrs. Borden were dead. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I heard John Morris ask if I was alright, but that seemed like a completely different world, I responded with a meek okay, so Mr. Morris wouldn’t see me like this. That didn’t work though, I saw his tall shadowy figure ducking under the door frame with tea. As Mr. Morris sat down and put the tea on the coffee table in front of us, I turned my head and quickly wiped the tears from my eyes in hopes he wouldn’t see.
“Emma,I brought you some tea.”
“Thank you, sir. I just don’t understand what’s happening, this seems so surreal...Mr. Morris, Where is Lizzie?”
“The police have taken her into questioning. Don’t worry, she’ll be alright.”
As thoughts were swimming in my head about the horrible possibilities that could happen to my sister, I saw him. Lizzie’s long-time crush, as well as mine. It was Mr. Morris’ son, Benjamin. Mr. Morris stood up, his back to me....

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...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
The next morning I woke up, washed my White gown on the washboard, and walked with John to see my sister. I talked to Lizzie for about an hour. The Jail let us take her to a park nearby and talk to her, John had went into town to run a few errands, and that when Lizzie told me everything.
She did it. My sister killed my father, and Abby. I wasn’t even that surprised for some reason. Probably because she had talked to me about it multiple times i just never thought she would actually do it. Lizzie told me in detail her whole plan of killing our parents. I felt like i had just been shot through the heart.