12th July 2010
Everything started a
I want you to imagine
A young girl, wild red hair billowing down her back, dressed in black jeans and a black and navy blue striped men's rugby shirt, sits on a doorstep which leads from outside into a small but warm kitchen. She is holding a cigarette in one hand and an open novel in the other.
The girl in that picture is me, exactly where I was this time last year, doing what I did almost every day of my life. What I didn't know is from that day my world was going to be slowly torn apart.
My name is Evelyn, I am twenty years old and I've only just moved out of the small costal village where my father brought me and my brother when I was five. Rupert is now twenty-three and despite everything that has happened, he still hasn't managed to escape.
I suppose you're wondering why I'm telling this story. You would think because it made the headlines of the ten o'clock news that there was nothing more to say. If that's what you think then you couldn't be more wrong. The media told you about the broken-hearted mother, the poor impressionable children and the irresponsible father, but what they didn't tell you is what I really saw.
But that's jumping far too far ahead, first I should take you back to the young girl with flame red hair smoking a cigarette. That's when things started to change.
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