It's been a week since Astrid died and I thought I would finally start doing some investigating instead of sitting in my room crying. I took the liberty of taking some pictures of the place she died later that one day.

As I looked closely into each picture, I kept on getting more and more theories. Each theory I thought of, I wrote it down in a certain journal. I looked at each picture over and over, eager to find hidden details. I have one picture that I haven't looked at yet but I don't know if I want to.

It's the picture of Astrid's body. Lying there, dead. I decided that I should look at it after second guessing my self a couple times. I clicked it with the mouse of my computer but the image I saw was almost unbearable. I took a quick glance at it but saw something different in it than the other images.

Right above the crack that she supposedly tripped on was a sign of struggle. On the dirt there were foot prints going ever which way. But the part that gave me biggest creeps was that those foot prints were hers. I couldn't find any other prints. It seems like the person that was struggling with her just disappeared.

I was starting to get excited but also annoyed. I know that she was struggling against someone. I just to find a sign of who it could be. I quickly looked over Astrid's body, my eyes swelling with tears. All over her face there were scratches and bits of torn clothing. How did the police miss all this evidence?

After taking one more quick glance at the picture I exited out of it. I want to find that doctor that looked over Astrid's body for anything suspicious. I need to ask him some questions but first, I need to find him.