WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ?

Her hair, tied back by a beautiful red hair band, blew back with the wind like strands of silk as she
danced and jumped around. She wore a soft cotton red frock and a pair of white flat soles which her
mother had bought recently for her. She ran past me with her friends giggling at some joke that they
had cracked; well funny or not every little talk at her age seems funny. It was a normal day, part of my
routine (our routine in particular) JB ran past me with her friends as I made my way back home from
university. She was a pretty little kid only 8 years old. She moved near my house when she was only 2
years old. I saw her grow old, I got promoted from school to college and then to university as she
learnt to talk and walk and made friends. She was as old as my sister so I always felt the same
fondness towards her. My sister and I weren't really allowed to play in streets so I always envied JB
for she was lucky to have parents that would let her go anywhere with her friends as this was the age
when you fly like a bird and flutter like a butterfly.
It was past 6 and the sun had almost set, spring being the hybrid season brought breezy evenings, I
wondered whether JB and her girl friends have returned to their homes as I enjoyed the beautiful
weather on the terrace. I had university work piled up and loads of chores pending as well but I lived
up to my legacy of being a procrastinator and chose to write up for my blog instead. The time
swinged by. It was 9pm, tired of being plastered in front of the laptop for the past 3 hours I decided
to take a break. It was then when I heard some mourns coming from the street, I rushed downstairs
and saw my parents make way out of the house towards Mrs. A, who was crying her lungs out. She
was gathered by many elders so I chose to wait inside. It took half an hour for the people to calm her
down and send her back to her house, there was certainly something wrong because people
dispersed in different directions I caught a couple of glimpses of people frowning and some
sentences like "they should have taken care of their child, what is the point of crying now!". And my
mind clicked to JB I prayed that she was fine and safe.
I can hear my mom talk on the phone; she is calling Mrs.A's relatives to let them know about the
tragedy. My dad hasn't returned home he is with Mr.A talking to the cops. Mr and Mrs.A are JB's
parents. Later that night when I had seen her playing in the street, JB's body was discovered from a
dump about 2 miles away. She never returned home after playing with her friends, it is said that
people saw her leave with a stranger. The evidence states that she was harassed and strangled to
death.
Nothing can bring her back, but her sweet smile haunts me in my dreams. All I want to do is ask
those people who saw her leaving with the stranger that "why would you do that?" why would you
let her leave with a stranger when you knew he was no one of her relative. I want to ask the cops that
why would you do that? Why would you ignore the poor victim? I want to ask that voracious animal
"why would you do that?”