Killed Without a Trace

At the time I didn't feel the need to ever explain why my action were as they were doing the grieving period of everybody else, I watch so much pain, and guilt ridding individuals try to cope. Everybody had a different reason why they cried in her name, but when they looked at me, I was as if nothing at all had took place. Now this is my side of the story..... What happened on the night my sister Jennette Finney was killed.

I try not to think about that day, I erased the actual date from my mind, but I will never forget that night. Me, my neffie, and 22's was all together as we always were seem like a lot during that summer, and around, I would say almost quarter to 1 am we was leaving to go back to the house to go cook, when as we came to the end of the road. There were so many police detouring everybody to turn right, and anybody else just couldn't get threw. We normally took the back roads. So nobody thought nothing of it because accidents sometimes happen on route 10. When we got to the house Jennette wasn't there. It was strange, but not that strange she's usually up waiting to talk, or play around with us before she went to bed for work in the morning. Personally we know she just wanted to make sure we were all in the house safe. She was just that kind of person...GOD, I miss that.  You could tell before we got there she was sitting in the front room on the sofa because mail was everywhere, and we laugh, and joked about her having a date, and she went to go meet this guy yada, yada. So we cooked ate, and fell asleep. Not realizing that she never came, back home. O, I forgot to mention that in the mist of us joking around before we got in the house good, and realized that she wasn't home Mario said. Man, I hope that wasn't my mom in that accident, but I was like yeah right. My sister was the best driver, I knew. She taught all of us how to drive on down to my mother. Well, I say around 4 that morning it was a loud knock at the door. I'm like what the hell, I thought I was dreaming at first . Mind you, I slept on the sofa damn near right by the door. So when, I popped up, I could see her room, and her bed was empty, but she had a key, and their was no reason to bang on the door like that unless something had happened. When, I opened the door it came together real fast. It was a police officer, and he asked me does she lived their. Yes I'm her brother what happened. He told me that she had been in a car accident, and he couldn't tell me to the extent only the hospital where they transported her, I thanked him. Got Mario, and 22's stop by my mom's house so they could drive. Me, and my dad had a few words, and we all got in the car, I sat in the back, but something strange took place as we got closer to the hospital, I started to have all these flashes of happy times between me and her, and in that moment alone, I knew she was gone, I was just ready to get there so the doctor could tell me what my vision had already confirmed. When we got to the hospital Me, Mario, and 22's ran to the information desk found out where she was being kept I'm sorry the room we had to wait in. 5 minutes later the doctor came in tried to stall, but I told him. Look this is her son his girlfriend, and I am her brother. Just tell us what's going on. He then proceeded to say that when she got there they had to do immediate surgery, and she had a small cut on her spline, but somehow she flat lined, and passed on, I didn't ask anything more I already knew. For me there was know real reaction. My Mom, and Dad came in shortly after he told us, and I delivered the news to them. Then everybody else was called. After that I left the room, and remained in the hall way. All, I heard was yelling, and screaming, and why this, and why that. Slowly everybody started arriving, and the ones that couldn't called my phone. It was just not something personally, I wanted to deal with because, I felt at that time, I already made peace with it, I just wanted to be left alone, but I didn't drive so I couldn't escape, I was stuck there having to talk, and explain, and comfort family, and I know it sounds a bit selfish, but I needed me. So when it was time to view the body, I declined on seeing her because, I didn't know what to expect. Shortly after we all went home, and tried to deal wit it all. Nothing was right, but I still showed no real emotions. My other sister Veronica plan a gathering everyday before the funeral where, I never seen so many people, I wasn't feeling it because most of those people there didn't even like her, but that's how it is sometimes, I turned to alcohol that same day 2-11's everyday. 40 Ounces, and I stayed drunk, I didn't look at it as a problem at first nor did, I look at it as a way to cope, I figure if I stayed drunk, and made everybody laugh, I didn't have to deal with nothing, and I didn't I was free, but trapped, I drunk so much, I had to be hospitalized for gastritis, but by the time that happened the funeral was well into a month over, but before the morning of, I had a conversation with 22's about why, I wasn't going to go, and she suggested that it was because, I couldn't go as a girl, but it wasn't that, I never seen a dead body, and I just didn't want my sister to be the first. We had a connection unlike anybody else. She was my best friend. It's so many things, I can say wonderful about her. The list is endless, but personally nothing bad. She lived her life, and she was a beautiful person. She was the best. She has been the only person in my family that accepted me threw the storm. We never argued, or anything, I been close to my sister since before, I could say my first words, I can sit here, and write a book about our relationship, but it's not the time to do so, I just wanted you to understand why my action were a misunderstood, and threw my family not really talking to me, and assuming why, I was acting like I was as a result that, I didn't care, I fell out with a lot of them during that week, and almost got the fighting with my brother because he felt, I should have went to the funeral. All that plus more just took a toll on me, and I left, and stayed gone until after the funeral, I dealt with losing her in all those ways, and since nobody other than 22's and Mario understood me. If it wasn't for them I'd just would have ran, and kept running, I mean everybody deals with grief in their own way. Mine was just to act as if nothing was wrong, and then it would pass, but eventually after it was all said, and done a few weeks later, I sat, and cried to myself, I still do because she was my everything. Not many knew how our relationship was. They don't know, I knew she didn't want me to see her that way, I made that decision to smile no matter what it took to keep that smile. That's how she wanted me to be. Just as she was still alive, and for that she will always remain inside R.I.P Jennette Finney

Murder Still Unsolved ???? Killed by 18 Wheeler hit, and run