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The Crying Game Story

The Crying Game

A lonely girl sits on a park bench. She is dressed completely in black. She feels a gap in her chest that pulses pain through her body, yet she feels nothing. She thinks of nothing. She just stares blindly at nothing. She has nothing. She just lost the last thing on the entire planet that she cared for. Her sweet sweet sister taken from her and tortured. No one cared. No one helped. Now she is gone…forever. Another tear streams down her cheek.

A boy sits next to her and lets out a sigh. She doesn’t pay any attention to him. She doesn’t feel the slightest bit curious. He looks at her and just shrugs. He knows what she is probably feeling right now. He wishes he could help but he has no idea how. He gives up and gets up to walk away. Suddenly he feels a soft tug on the sleeve of his jacket. He looks down and sees a shaking hand holding it.

He slowly sits back down yet the girl doesn’t let go. They sit in silence for a few minutes. Neither of them moving.

“What’s your name?” the boy asks.

“Rachel,” she says softly.

“I’m Liam,” he says. She sits there in silence again. “What happened?” Liam asks.

“Why do you care? You don’t even know me,” snaps Rachel. Liam shrugs and thinks for a moment.

“I know what you’re going through,” he says softly. She whips her head to face him.

“How can you possibly know what I’m going through?” she basically hisses at him. He looks her straight in the eyes. He debates on whether or not to tell her the whole story.

“I lost my mother when I was eight,” Liam states. Her eyes soften for a second in sympathy but then she turns away and glares at the ground in front of her.

“That’s nothing compared to me. Like I said you don’t know anything about me,” she says. A small bit of anger rushes through Liam. If only she knew the whole story.

“What happened then? Tell me. Some…Sometimes it is better to talk about it,” he says.

“My sister,” Rachel starts, “a few months ago she was taken. I went to the police but they didn’t care. Just wait they said. She’ll come back they said. I went to them again and again and always the same answers. They didn’t help. Finally, I found a policeman who was kind and started looking for her. Although, it still took too long. It was too late. He picked me up at home.” She stopped suddenly. Liam looked at her and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt awkward. He didn’t know what to do right now. He remembered his uncle wrapping his arm around him when he was crying. Liam slowly out stretched his arm behind Rachel. She flinched away from him. He felt hurt a little and retracted his hand back to his side.

“Please, continue,” Liam said.

“I had thought for sure that the policeman had found her. He didn’t tell me anything. Now I know it was because he didn’t know what to say. How could he not say anything though? We pulled up to the morgue. My heart dropped instantly. I don’t even remember walking in through the doors. The only thing I remember is seeing my sister under a white sheet on the metal table. I walked up to it and a woman pulled the sheet down just enough for me to see her…what was left of her face. The man who took her. He. He scalped her. He cut her face with multiple strange symbols. He used her as a sacrifice. He tortured her. She was thirteen. He kept her prisoner for two months. If the police would have listened to me! She could still be alive! If someone had cared!” she screams. Rachel looks over at Liam through tears and notices he is also crying now.

“Rachel,” Liam says as he looks at her, “I’m so sorry. Did they catch who did it?”

“They did but he is still alive. He is sitting in a jail cell still alive while my sister is now underground in her small casket. Where is the justice in that? How do I even remotely get revenge from that?” she asks frustrated. “I’ve lost everything! My parents! My home! Now my sister!” Rachel screams with pain, frustration