MARIA Have you ever wandered what it'll be like in an alternate universe, that maybe if you had done something a little differently, that you would have turned out different.Have you ever been scared, so much that you'd wished badly to go back in time? And just right those thousand wrongs? In an alternate universe anyways, i picture Ruby in a white dress but this time, not with the blood stains of last night, but with the brightest smile as she'll contemplate whether or not to wear her floral veil. I picture her in front of the mirror, cupping her protruding belly through the white dress with her moderate makeup and her her slightly puffed lips. In an alternate universe, i would be there, smiling always, bracing her for the moment that she'd been waiting for, the moment when she'll exchange her vows with the love of her life, with Jacqueline right behind her. We could al

WU My eyes were swollen, and my vision hazed with the tears that threatened to fall.My gaze fixed on the photograph i held in my hands, this was black and white and the ends were already moist from the tears that had soaked the paper. "Sometimes i wish you were here. With me" I sobbed, shaking my head before turning away from the photo.  The photo of both my dad and mum in her wedding dress, the only photo i had of both of them. I turned look at my snoring grandmother who laid so peaceful with her eyes closed. It was as if every direction i turned was just pain, each moment, i felt

JACQUELINE"I can't be here again, you don't understand, I'm innocent" I yelled as they pushed me into the poorly four cornered room with the only thing fixed, her gaze. She ruffled through some papers before adjusting her glasses to get a good glare at me, it was adms if she patiently waited. "So what's your story?" She asked, terribly frustrated on sighting me.It's like she was tired of the corners of this case that she wanted it to close so badly but bye grin her partner gave as i walked in, he seemed the opposite. He was intrigued, almost excited."Actually, we want to know less about you and-" He paused."And more of Wu and her involvement in the murder, there's no covering up" He said with a sheepish grin. 

WUAddiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel.  ~Wu is a softie.Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.Her own words. And those tomboyish impulsive behaviors was just to show the world a whole new picture, a picture of someone you shouldn't mess with. But after Ruby's death, there was this side that we had seldomly seen-the broken side.And the self blaming and torturing side-The side that reminded her, she got so much to loose- What she didn't know, she believed could hurt her or

DIANE 48 THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER Wu: Can we talk? At the bar down the block- I paced across the pavement, my gaze fixed upon the text as i sighted the door that led into the bar, with a glittering sign at its top. It didn't take long to sight her by the counter, taking a shot as quickly as possible.  The bar had a few people in it, at the same time not to noisy but the bell at door gives away anyone walking in.  She turned around before dropping her glass.  "You know you're not supposed to be at the ba-"  "Give me a break" She interrupted, obviously drunk as she pulled out a sit beside her.  "What are you going to have?" She asked as i shook my head.  "Wu, you're drunk" I said softly to her.