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" I was still a child Didn't get the chance to Feel the world around me I had no time to choose what I chose to do "
Easy on me, Adele
The paperboy; Billy Showalter was abducted one morning when he was delivering newspapers on his normal route. Billy had always been nice to me. Well, he was nice to everyone. We were friends, and we still were. But he was just alive and I was dead. We met one morning when he was delivering a newspaper to my house. He stopped and talked to me for a while; he had a dorky smile on his face the entire time.
Then he started to talk to me at least once a week in the morning during his route. Bruce knew him but he didn't really know him. The man that abducted us. Was now being called "the Grabber". The Grabber asked for a newspaper from him in return he'd show him a magic trick. But it wasn't a magic trick, just a trick. His dog, Midas tried running after the van when the Grabber threw Billy into the back of his van and drove off. But Midas couldn't because Billy had tied his leash to his bike.
He then found himself in the basement. Just like I and Bruce Yamada. He was wearing the orange letterman jacket I had helped him pick out. He woke up, scared and alone. Just like us. I knew I knew him. But I just couldn't remember how or his name. The Grabber came down almost a minute after he woke up. He asked him questions that anyone who was abducted would ask. Then he left him alone in the basement. He was pacing the room. He probably was thinking of what to do. Bruce and I barely talk when he got there but before he did we talked about a lot of things to try and remember things we'd missed or things we hoped we'd not forget.
Billy was examining the room now. He found my cord I'd forgotten about. He tried the same thing I did. Tried putting the cord through the bars he tried for hours. I had to close my eyes, I HATED watching him struggle. Then he stopped and threw the cord and sat down and started to cry. I look at Bruce he felt bad and so did I. After he had stopped crying. He hid the cord between some wall that was divided between the wall and the floor. Then he went to bed.
Billy woke up to the grabber just walking into the room with the same tray and eggs and sprite bottle. Billy was asking questions again but this time the Grabber got tense as he had with me. Something billy asked him made him say "I should just kill you now!" then he told him the same thing he told me "I-I didn't mean it. I'm just angry, I didn't mean to scare you". He's an evil man. I started to cry. I maybe a ghost but I still had feelings. He was going to suffer the same fate me and Bruce had.
Later that night he woke up and saw that the door was open. I was trying to make the phone ring "Jo, do you really think you can talk to him?" "I have to at least try, Bruce!" the phone rang. Billy was scared when he heard the noise. He stopped in his place. He ran to the phone "hello" his voice is soft and you could tell in his voice that he was confused.
"It's good to hear your voice" my voice was faint but it was there and it hurt to talk and it makes my energy weak talking to him but I had to at least try. "Queli..." "I don't have much time, paperboy" "it really is you! It's been so long, Queli. I never stopped believing you were alive!" "Oh Billy, I'm dead..." "what-" "I can't hold on much longer" "ok, I'm listening" "whatever you do. don't go-" I couldn't hold on. I wasn't able to tell him "bye, Queli" Billy said to himself as he put the phone back he had a tear roll down his cheek. He went upstairs. I looked at Bruce and started to cry. "You tried, Jo that's all you could do"
The Grabber brought Billy down and started to beat him with his belt. I screamed at him to stop. I knew that wouldn't do anything but hurt myself by watching. I just remember his screams. I wished I could hug him or help him. I wished I could have helped bruce more too. When the Grabber was done he told him his famous words to billy. "It's your last day" when he left. billy cried himself to sleep.
He woke up the next morning in pain. Like we both did. The Grabber brought the same food and left without a word. He eats what he could. Then he went back to sleep rather than wait for death. He woke up just an hour before the Grabber came down with his dog and knife. It was like we were on a relentless loop. Billy tried running to the other room. But he fell right where the Grabber had killed me. The Grabber stabbed him over and over again. Billy whose blood was dripping from his cold mouth. Had died from drowning in his own blood.
Then he was staring at his lifeless body as Bruce had. "I'm dead" "it's ok, Billy" I hugged him. He just about melted in my embrace. He looked me over I was very pale and he stare at my cut from my jawline to just a little bit under my eye. His eyes filled with anger and sadness. He reached for my face. "I'm ok, I can't feel it anymore" he seemed less angry. But I could never forget the pain I had before I was murdered. Bruce was less pale than I was the longer you stayed here the paler you got and the more you forgot. Billy Showalter had only lasted three days. Three months later. The grabber got a younger boy than us.
---------------------------------------------------- A/n: Queli is pronounced as "Kelly" :) I hope you enjoy reading!
