Eliyanna Part Four.

I had not long gone to bed, having done three nights in a row. I was tired, but looking forward to our meal out tonight. I made sure that I had eaten two scrambled eggs on toast before, I went to sleep, so that hunger wouldn’t wake me up before my alarm.

I was in the deepest of sleeps when I heard the front door, someone was banging on it.

I got up and went downstairs. When I opened the door, the police were there. I was puzzled.

The devastation to be told of Eliyanne’s death. I thought I was dreaming. I felt like I was in a nightmare.

I wanted to be with Eliyanne, I wanted to see her. She was named after my late Nanna.

She had not told us of anyone who was bothering her. Why would another child do that!

We had trouble conceiving her, even had three miscarriages before she finally arrived! She was loved SO much.

They should bring back hanging! They won’t, They should take him to a country where they do! He will get away with it all, he will get a few years, in a holiday type jail, with all the comforts of home, and more, he will be unnamed to the general public, and come back out in a few years and live his life! I’m so angry, it is not fair!

Why did he carry a knife, if it wasn’t to kill? I am sick of all this knife crime here.

We didn’t go out to the planned meal; this is a day we will never forget. A sad, horrible day.

Rest in Peace, baby. xXx