THE SCAR THAT NEVER BLED

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October 27th 1977

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I woke up to that annoying beeping sound of my alarm clock.i turn my body the other way to turn it off but I end up hitting the floor and hitting my head on my night table. I let out a curse, immediately putting my hand to my head. My alarm clock was still going off at this time,I groaned out, crawling back up my bed and turning it off. I sat on my bed for a while to process the day. I yawn getting up from my cozy warm bed stretching my arms out. I opened my closet and searched for a outfit for school

it is flared dark washed Jeans with a pretty design on the back, a Queen band shirt to go with it,and with a pair of my black worn-in Converse I added some accessories to it. A leathered spiked bracelet and some home made ones to go with it as well, a black chain necklace and
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After I got the outfit on and sat at my vanity. First I fixed my hair, I have naturally curly hair and did my curl routine the night before.but my curls were still there and noticeable.I didn't wear much makeup, all I wore was mascara, concealer and a bit of foundation.I had pretty good skin so I figured I wouldn't need a full face.after all that I grab my bag from off of my chair and head down stairs. To meet an empty house, the only noise was the clock, ticking and ticking. My mom was a hard worker I wondered why she wasn't here but I figured she probably just got called into work,and my well my dad on the other hand,he was in prison.

"Vance?!"

I called out but no response came back, I struggled my shoulder and let out a "hm" he was gonna be in juvie for at least 2 weeks for that fight he got in a few weeks ago, Vance was like our dad, he always chose fights and enjoyed them. He has his father's face, hooded eyes, straight nose and low set eyebrows.which he hated. He gets his hair from his mom.

I walk to the kitchen and grab on top of the fridge for a box of Cheerios.i get the bowl and milk then sit at the nearby table. Sitting at the table by yourself wasn't fun. My brother wasn't there on the other side of the table, my mom wasn't asking me if I wanted more. Just me, myself and I in silence.i suddenly heard something hit the door, I jumped immediately turning to it. It wouldn't have been Finney and Gwen yet it was still too early.I get up and open the door. I see no one standing there. Who would ding dong ditch at this time, I was gonna go back inside but then I stepped on something. I looked down and saw a newspaper. I sighed out in relief, i picked it up then now noticing the paper boy, pedaling down the road ringing the bike bell.I went back inside and placed it on the nearby entry table.

We got a new paper boy in town a few weeks ago because there was a neighborhood known kidnapper going around, kids at school and even the paper calls him the grabber, even saying the name gives me the creeps. Shivers go down my spine just thinking about how those kids felt, God I hope I never end up like those kids. The original paper boy's name was billy showalter.

i remember like it was yesterday He was all over the news. Everywhere you turned was a picture of his face on a wooden post, fence.his mother. Rumors say she killed herself last spring when she was told by the police her son was murdered.

I should've known it wasn't gonna stop after Griffin stagg's abduction. He was a 9 year old boy, he was the first victim of the grabber,his case went on for 2 years until finally billy was taken. Griffin was pronounced dead on February 28th 1975,I never even bothered reading the paper nowadays. I'm rinsing off my dish in the sink as another knock comes on the door.i look towards the clock and it reads 7:40 I knew it was Finney and Gwen now. I grabbed my bag and open the door