Writing has taken me to new places

The stories I am posting today is a two parter. I had this story in my head that was just too sad. I am someone who always looks for justice. In life that is just not always possible but being a writer you get to write a different story. I usually love writing sickeningly happy stories but on occasion I let life take over and write something with more emotions. I am very proud of myself for these stories because it really takes a lot to write them. I hope you enjoy these not so happy stories today. I am a little iffy about the second half but the first half I am confident in. Let me know what you think! Oh, and whoever is in France reading my blog I just want to say I absolutely love you!

Happy Friday!

22 October 2014

Missing 1

The day started out normal for me, days always start normal when bad things happen don't they? I was just the happiest kid. My favorite thing to do was to play on the swings before going home from school. Usually I would swing with my best friend but she stayed home sick from school that day. I remember it was cold out but my gloves made holding onto the swing really hard so I took them off and threw them in the gravel. I was getting ready to go home when my brother's friend, Joseph, walked up to me. He asked me if I wanted to see the cool clubhouse he had built near the creek in the woods. Joseph was always at our house so I gladly followed him to the clubhouse. I was so thrilled to have a secret place where grown ups could not go. He said it was for kids only!

We walked for a while and I began to grow restless. I didn't want to get in trouble for getting home to late but we still had not made it to the clubhouse. Eventually we reached the creek and Joseph and he said we were close but I needed to close my eyes. I happily agreed thinking this must be a really cool clubhouse! That's when it all went completely dark. I woke up in a haze. I couldn't see out of one of my eyes and my head hurt so bad. I tried to make noise but there was dirt and rope around my mouth. When Joseph saw me moving he punched me but I started crying, that's when he choked me. Everything went black again but this time when I woke up things felt different. I could see very clearly but I was watching Joseph burning a cigarette on someone.

He was burning me. I couldn't feel it. He couldn't see me standing behind him. He spent an hour abusing my body before he picked me up and carried me to a hole nearby. He obviously planned to hurt someone, I don't know if he planned to hurt me but the grave was there. It was like he was a different person. He never made me feel unsafe or like he would hurt me. This day he looked evil, scary, plain unrecognizable. He covered me with dirt and left. I tried to follow him but I couldn't leave my body. Days and days went by. I sat alone and oddly serene in the woods. It was peaceful there. The breeze rustled leaves and the occasional deer would walk by. The quiet kept me company in my shallow grave. Eventually I hear walking nearby. Through the trees were all my neighbors... and my murderer. They all walked right past me. I stood in Joseph's path and I swear he looked straight at me. He walked over my grave like it was nothing. No one found me that day. I have been missing for a year and I wonder if they ever will find me.

23 October 2014

Missing 2

For over a year I sat in the woods, my corpse decomposing and becoming one with the world I was stuck in. I spent 12 years alive on earth but now I was just nourishment for the woods. No one ever came to where I was buried, only animals. Coyotes and fox uncovered me a little bit, enough that someone would notice. Eventually leaves covered me up again. One cold fall day I heard a noise. It was someone walking. If I had had a beating heart it would stopped because there was Joseph digging another hole. He was going to do it again! I could not believe this was happening. I tried to scream but who would hear me? I was no longer alive. The next day he walked up to the spot with another girl. I did not know her but she looked younger than I was.

I watched the scene unfold like mine. He made her close her eyes and knocked her over the head only this little girl did not black out like I did. He didn't hit her the right way. She fought back. I could feel myself getting worked up. He tried to hit her again and smacked her on the side of her face this time knocking her out. He started kicking her and I flew into a rage. I hadn't had feelings in over a year but there they were pulsating through me. I rushed at him and it was as if I had become human again. I threw him into a tree causing him to pass out. I ran over to the other little girl and shook her awake. I could feel her and I know she saw me.

“RUN!” I screamed before I lost all feeling again. She got up ran and a little while later police arrived. They found Joseph passed out by a tree and woke him up to question him. When he woke up he just stared straight ahead frightened. The police kept asking him what he was doing, what had happened, why he was there but he just stared. I know he saw me then. I was standing on my grave. One of the officers came over to where I was, where Joseph was staring, and pushed around the leaves. After a minute he found me.

“Hey, I think we've got bones,” said the officer.

“It was me. I was me. I did it. I killed her. I was going to kill the other girl. I did it. It was me,” said Joseph as he shook by the tree.

I was free. The police found me and took me home. My family got to say goodbye and bury me. I am not stuck in that spot in the woods. I am no longer missing. I am home. I get to be at peace now but Joseph won't be. He will see my face in his dreams everyday that he lives.