She Was Murdered - Sweet Sweet Sweet Sixteen
I went back to the city I used to live in.
My best friend's sister's wedding. 500 guests and an abundance of cake and champagne. I even got to ride the limo with the bride. We were all thrilled. I danced Assyrian folkdance all night long. We went to bed 6 AM, exhausted and excited. The next day we woke up at 2 PM, so sleepy. My friend and I were watching the news. A 16 year old girl had been murdered in the very same city, the very same night.
Later my friend's sister told us who died. A friend of ours. She had been stabbed in the back by a stranger. Sweet sweet sweet 16.
The next day it was on the cover of all the big newpapers in the country. There was a big picture of her. I took that picture. With my camera. On our prom night.
She died this Friday. 3 days ago.
She was just too good to be true.