"My name is Chloe Wells and my younger sister; Cleo Wells died on the 12th of November 2011 in Norwich, England. She died in the theatre of the St.Vlad's boarding school." I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

How can anyone make a statement about their dead relative. Especially about their YOUNGER SISTER!? My sister was 16 years old... she was too young to die - especially in the way she went. I mean I can't even look at the crime scene photos without nearly throwing up my stomach contents. This is all too much...

"Very good Miss.Wells. Please could you state how old she was and then hopefully we can rap this up." The police officer stated as they stood besides the camera to record my broken form.

I looked down at the metal table and took a deep breathe. Only one more line and then hopefully... the torture would stop... hopefully...

"Cleo was 16 years old. She had 2 years left until graduating from St.Vlad's," I felt more tears slide as I started to slowly sob.

My own sister... my own blood relative wasn't here anymore - whenever I talk about her now it will be was or had and never something in the moment or in the future... memories I will no longer be able to share with my BEST FRIEND!

She may have not realised it at the time - but I was a complete loner in school and she was the only person I would really know and talk to. Everyone else were nearly complete strangers unless they were affiliated with Cleo. But the thought alone that ANYONE would want to harm my dear sister astounds me!

I heard the police officer sigh from in front of me which made me look up at him.

"They need you to report what happened that night" the police officer stated.

I took a deep breathe again, "It all started when we met up outside the main school building-" I was cut off mid sentence when another officer walked into the interrogation room. And proceeded to watch as they whispered to each other; before silence fell on the room.

The police officer who was recording the whole thing sighed again before staring at me, "you may leave now Miss.Wells, we don't need you anymore."

I stood from my chair with a few more tears sliding, "why?"

The police officers stared at each other before glancing back at me. Clearly there is something they aren't saying - why would they cut me off from giving a statement? To be honest they did originally say that they would leave the statements till later which confused me but this also does. Why would they not want me to give my statement of the nights events!?

"Your statement wouldn't be relevant."

"What? Why wouldn't it be relevant? I was there - if I can help in any way to help this investigation I am; that was my SISTER and I want justice for her more than anything!" I demanded as I stared at both the officers.

"Your doctor said to take it easy and this is giving you distress of which you don't need from the head injuries you sustained from the incident." the officer who had walked in stated as they looked at their clipboard.

I slammed my hands down on the table in more tears, "she's my SISTER, I will not take it easy. Also this was no incident, THIS WAS A BLOODY MURDER! No incident would be able to do that?!" I stated as I pointed to the vile photos of my sisters corpse on the table.

"Please leave Miss.Wells. For your own well being and we will continue with this conversation later."

I cried on the spot. Was I failing my sister for needing to take a break? The need being stated by my doctor and these officers. I don't - no- I CAN'T fail my sister like I did before.

I was meant to protect her! And I didn't! Now I have to protect the future of others from suffering the same vile end like my sister came to. Maybe it's best I don't find them first - I'd probably try killing them from taking away my little sister. She was my little angel, my best friend and my sister - she was so sweet and genuine and I honestly trusted her entirely. To be quite honest I don't trust myself right now from making the right decision as Cleo would always help me decide on things. I just don't know what to do? I'm so confused!

"Come on Chloe. Your stressed now." my mother, Lydia Wells stated as she guided me out of the interrogation room and out of the police station. And eventually got me into the car where my father, Nick Wells was seated in the driver seat.

"Let's go." my father stated before my mum got into the car and we pulled out of the car park.

Whilst my father drove, I glanced at the empty seat besides me. My sister used to occupy that exact seat when me and her would be home for the holidays. She would bounce around her seat in excitement and with the widest smile of complete joy. It was truly contagious...

Now there's a dark looming cloud of which has seemed to cover the entirety of Norwich. I can't find the will to smile anymore without the bright light of which was my younger sister, Cleo.

Suddenly, a sharp pain bursted through my head from my fresh injury of which I had sustained. My mind then flashing to those gruesome pictures of my sisters corpse.

Her petite body spread out on the stage; her wild blonde hair sprawled across the floor with her baby blue eyes more dull, a pentagram drawn around her body with blood splattered everywhere. A perfect rectangle cut out from her stomach/chest region with her vital organs all missing. Accept for her brain of which her head was still intact. I let out a loud cry from seeing those horrible pictures again, a truly grim crime scene.

Before I blacked out, into a slumber.