Hi, my name is Rain Elda. This is the story of how I ended up in prison. I would say it’s short and sweet, because short it may be, but sweet it is not. It was the first week after my wedding. I awoke to pounding on the door. It was then, I realized after sitting up, I had been laying in a pool of blood and my husband was dead! I don’t know how it had happened, but I do know that I was being framed! As I slipped down the stairs, I noticed the house had been surrounded. Did it really take this many people to arrest one person? I know that I’m being framed, but by who I didn’t know, not yet anyway. Was it someone on the police force, a neighbor. Someone from his side of the family, from mine? I know his mother never really liked me, but would she go as far as killing her own son just to get me out of the picture? No, if it had been her doing, she would have just killed me instead. By this time the police had broken down both the front and back doors, I was running out of time. I slipped up to the attic, pulling the stairway closed behind me. As I hid, I could hear what was being said.

They were about to look up here! Luckily, I’d found a hidden room that can’t be seen from outside, but had a small window I might be able to climb out of and get onto the roof. I hadn’t even told my husband about the hidden room, and when I checked city hall for the blueprints of the house, there was nothing for this room. I was able to climb onto the roof through the window, and since it was dark, no one could see me laying on the roof. After a couple of hours, everyone was gone. But just to be on the safe side, I waited until after daybreak. At least then I wouldn’t need any light to see what I was doing. I still needed to figure out why my husband had been killed.

After changing her clothes, she slipped down the stairs making sure there was no one in the house. As she walked past the staircase, she noticed the door to the storage space under the stairs was open. Pausing to look inside, she noticed a second door against the wall. Inside she found a list of names, a name badge (with her husband’s name on it), a bunch of money, some bags of white powder and what looked to be little green balls of rolled up leaves, and a medallion. When she picked up the medallion, she realized it was really an insignia and it belonged to the biggest mob in the city. Knowing that, she was able to start piecing things together. She now understood why the police had showed up so fast, and disappeared just as quickly.

The mob was pulling the strings. She went and grabbed a pad of paper and making sure all the windows were completely covered, turned on the TV to the local news. While she waited on the news to start, she logged on her computer under guest, and looked for anything regarding the mob, her husband, or anything about a murder. Nothing! Two hours later, even the news had not said anything. She would just have to go talk to the mob boss herself. As she was getting ready, she suddenly heard a sound coming from outside. She froze.

Then she heard knocking on the front door. Was she expecting anyone to be here? She started to wrack her brain. No. But, then again, her mother-in-law always loved to show up unexpectedly. She didn’t even bother to knock, just walked right in. she never did. She was a Karen, if I ever saw one. I had already seen that the bloody mess that had been my husband, was cleaned. If I had not seen it myself, I never would have even known he was dead. Hey you. She never called me by my name. Where is my son? I want to see him. She looked at me with disgust. I thought about telling her that he had been killed by the mob, but I knew she would never believe me without proof. Sorry, I don’t know where he is.

He was gone when I woke up. That part was true, when I awoke and came out of the attic, he was gone. Then why won’t he answer his cell? His mother screeched. His boss called me and said that he didn’t show up at work. So if he’s not at work, then where the hell is he?! After saying that I didn’t know where he was, yet again, she decided she was going to wait here until he returned. That’s fine, I need to go and do some things in town. I’ll be back sometime later. If you leave before I get back, please lock the door behind you. I told her this hoping and praying she would be gone by the time I got back. If I could stay gone long enough maybe she would leave, but I couldn’t let her stay too long because she might start getting nosy. The last thing I wanted her to find was what had been hidden under the stairs.

I thought about asking her to come with me, but decided against it. I really didn’t need her to get pissed off at my brother for my husband being killed yet. I still don’t know if it really was his fault or not. I would talk to my brother and find out if he was the one that had my husband killed, if so, I’d be pissed. But if it was someone else, I’ll hunt them down and take them out like the assassin I am. 20 minutes later she is pulling up to her brother’s office. The guard at the gate must have been new, because he didn’t realize who I was. Then he did the dumbest thing he could, he tried to stop me. A sharp jab to the neck, and then tossed him over my shoulder. He just looked at me in shock, all while he was still on the ground. I just looked at him and said you really need more training.