Oh My God, I can’t believe that I had just saw a murder that happened right in front of my eyes! My owner, the old man used to clean me everyday with his caressing mind and soft towel. It was so soft that it feels like a flower petal. From the point when he was murdered, his heart stopped beating and his sparkling eyes closed, I don’t know how am I going to live anymore. Since the day he was dead, I lived under fear every second. I don’t know if or not I will be crushed one day and fall apart like the the puzzles did when the murderer ripped it apart before the visitors came. Before, I always wished for the night to come, so that the old man would clean me with that soft towel. But now I always felt scared of the night and never want it to come nor I want it to exist anymore. Night time, with the midnight breezes and dark surrounding, it made everything scarier. Before the old man’s death, I am clear and clean but now I am dusty and blurry. But the dust on me for some strange reasons feels like my blanket and that is my only comfort during the cold breeze at the scariest nights. I had walked over all those years with the old man, I don’t know and had never imagined that he will one day die in front of me. The memories of seeing him having fun seems like an album now, it flashes in front of my eyes everyday before I go to sleep with fear in my mind. And the next morning when I wake up, reality always smashes in a cold blooded way in front of my face; I had to admit the fact that he’s dead, I had admit the fact that I am now and forever be apart with the old man. No one would understand how I feel when I can’t see the old man’s sparkling eyes anymore.

Kids sometimes play games near the tree that was planted in front of the house, listening to their laughter made me thought back to the times when the old man would laugh. Those laughters of the kids are so carefree and true, how would they ever know that there’s a murder that once happened so close in location to their laughters. And the murder seem to ruin those laughters. I wish I could be one of them, carefree and will be able to forget those bad memories and scenes. That’s truly a dream. Although I feel well right now, but I hope the old man can be enlightened in his own world he’d gone to, and I believe; if he’s well, I can hear it, see it and I will feel the same.