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[i]December 18th 2016:

Helen Keller once said

“The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”.

I didn’t know Allison Davies well but she is someone I’ve known all my life; much like pretty much everyone in Edenridge. It kind of comes with the territory of being from such a small place. From what I’ve heard of her, Helen’s quote is an apropo one for Ally. She was someone that felt things incredibly deeply and experienced the world with every fibre of her being. At least that’s what they said at her funeral today.

There’s a name that’s been loitering in peoples mouths since that cold night two weeks ago; mine. My name. 

It makes sense that when faced with tragedy that most of us reach out for or in this particular case, lash out at something or someone. When we are briefly embraced in darkness it is easier to blame those that already live there for dragging us down to their level. 

They’re trying to paint me as some sort of sadist monster who has snatched the life away from a girl who worshipped life so feverishly. They’re saying that I value money and the world of a Triple S gangbanger more than the life of a child. 

I didn’t kill Allison Davies and this town is spitting on my name because of what I gave her. They want to find the real culprit, they might want to look into the eyes of the one whose face they put on the wall today.[/i]
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[h3]Edenridge High. 8pm. Tonight. The Truth[/h3][/center]