17
August 2014
The
Ride
Mark
didn't let on that he was scared but the feeling of his stomach in
his throat was a stiff reminder for him. He swallowed hard and
clutched his hands. He could feel the sweat building up in his palms
as he closed his eyes and tried to remain calm. He could feel a cool
breeze whipping about his face but he was hot as a summer's eve. The
wait was only a couple minutes but to Mark it seemed like an
eternity. Butterflies were building in his stomach and his throat was
tight, just then he heard the click. Click
click click shhhhh. The
ride was off! The coaster went down the first hill, took a loop and
shot up a final hill. Mark screamed with excitement as the fear left
his body and left only adrenaline. Then another click
click click shhhhh and
off they went but this time backwards. The frightened wait was worth
it as he ran down the stairs to get in line for another coaster.
Adrenaline pumping through his system and pulsing in his veins. Mark
had found his new thrill out of a dreadful fright.
18
August 2014
Jane
Doe
What
does that mean? I am laying here in the forest, my beloved forest,
covered in dirt and leaves as police prod around me. They will take
me to the county coroner, clean me up, perform an autopsy and look
for me in missing persons. My parents will eventually be notified to
come see me and identify me as Diane Hampton, their tall, blonde
haired, blue eyed, slender daughter with every ambition in the world.
For now I am just Jane Doe. It's kind of peaceful being here watching
life revolve around me. There are lots of flashing lights and so much
movement but I hear nothing, I feel nothing, I sense nothing but
quiet silence. My last moments were horrible but where I was laid to
rest is now morbidly beautiful. My body tells a tale of someone
trying to destroy me but I fought back. The police will find my
neighbors skin and blood under my nails. All the evidence is there
and with time, my killer will be caught. Jane Doe. Never in my life
have I been so anonymous. I was always popular and well liked but now
I am just a body of a teenage girl. I remember life being so full of
wondrous things. I could reach every height, all my goals could be
accomplished, nothing was impossible until I was named Jane Doe.
Everything is extremely clinical from where I lay now. The police
aren't looking at a girl, they are looking at a scene. They'll go
home and drink away what they saw today but me, I will sit here and
ponder my Jane Doe status until I am properly laid to rest and find
peace. I never thought life could be so short, so evil, I never
thought everything could go so wrong but it did. I am Jane Doe and
here I lay, murdered by my friendly neighbor, my favorite dress is
torn to pieces but I am in the most beautiful forest. Diane Hampton
is now dead and I am Jane Doe.
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