For Every Life There is a Story

An Image of my Secret - Version 2

I sat on my folding chair, in the dark alone. The only source of light was the single lamp on the desk in front of me. There was a mirror on the side that I figured was two way. I thought about what would happen to me if they found out my secret.

Suddenly, the heavy metal door to my right swung open, the doorknob banging against the wall. A man wearing a police uniform walked in towards me. He threw down a small stack of photos. They were old and the color was fading. I glanced at them, noticing the similarity they all shared. They were all taken from moments in history, and I was in each one of them.

"Who are you?" He asks, trying out the 'Good Cop' method first.

"My name is Scarlett Anne Williams." I state, trying to act natural.

"No I know that, who are you really?" He asked, making an I-know-you're-lying-about-something kind of face.

I hesitate before saying another word. I feel that he noticed this and he kept glaring at me.

"That is my name, I don't even know why I'm here." I lied, still trying to sound innocent.

At this point 'Bad Cop' appeared. The police officer stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

"Who are you?!" He yelled, holding up one of the photos.

I shrank in my seat, very afraid for my life. Oh, what they would do to me if they found out. I thought, shivers running down my spine. He finally realized that I wasn't going to say any more, and he stormed out of the room. I felt eyes on me as I looked to the two way mirror. People must have been watching me. Everyone will know soon enough. I thought.

"Unless I do something about it." I whispered to myself.

Just then, another man walks in. He is wearing almost the same outfit as the first man, but not as decorated.

"I am officer Henry Davis, and the chief says you can go now." He calmly tells me.

"That's the other police officer?" I confirm.

"Yes." Mr. Davis says. "Now I have to take you back to your home. We will be keeping an eye on you, but you are free to move about the cabin, as some might say."

"Um, what?" I ask.

"Oh nothing. Sorry, I used to be a pilot." He says.

"Oh, that's cool. Why did you quit to become a police officer?" I asked him, trying to seem as least nosey as possible.

"I just wanted to do something different, that's all." He said.

"Okay, we have to get you home now, come with me ma'am." He said, starting for the door.

    I stood up out of my folding chair. I picked up my sweater and purse off the floor beside me and followed Mr. Davis. We walked straight out of the police station, every eye in the building on me. I felt as though they knew my secret, but I had to keep walking like nothing was wrong. We got to the front desk, and the officer there signed me and Henry Davis out. He took me to his car that was parked on the side of the police station.

    The warm sun was shining down on us. I reached for the handle of the car door, the hot metal burning my skin. I pull back my arm. Instead I use my sweater like an oven mitt so I can open the door without burning myself again. I get inside the car. The air conditioner was already on, making it a much more comfortable temperature than it was outside.

    "Okay Ms. Williams, what is your address.?" The officer asked.

    "423 Beefy Boulevard." I said, wincing at the name.

    "Hmm, that's a pretty unusual name for a street." Mr. Davis said chuckling.

    "I know, but that's where I live. Now let's get going!" I said clapping my hands together after I buckled my seatbelt.

We drove across the city before coming to my house. I got out and waved goodbye to the police officer who took me home. I walked up my front steps and fished my keys out of my purse. I fit them into the lock and turned my hand on the knob, opening the door. I closed it behind me as I walked in. I went and sat on my living room couch, and got out my journal from under the cushion. I started writing.

March 16th, 2037

    Today I almost got caught, though I arrived home safely. If anyone found out that I am immortal, I would be dead by now.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head. I quickly gathered up all my belongings that might give away my secret. I gathered up all my most prized possessions and shoved them into a bag.

I ran out the back door, my bag on my shoulder. I ran to Uncle Barley's corner store before stopping. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, I would have to stop running.

Then I saw a kids bicycle leaning against a telephone pole. Most kids don't lock their bikes anyways, so I took it and sped away. I arrive at my secret log cabin in the woods. I put down my back and head back out. I take the bike up a hiking trail. I wait on the edge of the path for someone to come by. Just as the family of 4 turned the corner, coming into my view, I jumped.

"Oh my gosh!" The mom screamed.

The kids ran over to the cliff I had just been on and looked down. I made sure to appear, at least unconscious,  as my limp body floated down the river. When I came to a place where no one could see me from the mountain, I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I swam to the bank and sat on a warm rock in the sun, trying to dry off a little before continuing on with my plan.

"It'll probably be about 10 minutes before police get here to hunt for me." I said to myself.

I waited for another couple of minutes before wringing my hair out and standing up. I ran into the woods, making sure not to leave a trail to follow. I dried off on the rest of the trek back to my cabin. I got inside, and lit a fire for myself. I finished drying off before clicking on my ancient television.

"This family has just witnessed someone fall from this cliff. They are not sure if it was accidental or on purpose, but they have filed a report, and police will be scanning the area soon." The news anchor said.

I climbed into my bed, knowing that the secret dies with me.

The End

Written by Jellybean Queen