On the 27th July 1997,i witnessed a woman get stabbed to death,by her husband.I tried to stop the bleeding but couldn't.I know i didn't really help.
I hate this time of year.
I think about what happened most of the time,but more so this time of year.I feel so guilty.
But i didn't even know her.So why should i still feel like this.I can't even image what her family feel like.
I have name changed incase i out myself.I have been a member seen before Peter turned pink.