I sat on a swing in an abandoned playground. It was surrounded by the forest. It gave me an eerie vibe. All the equipment was rusted and broken down. I surprised that the swing could even hold my weight. I stared at the letter in my lap. I wanted to open it. I wanted to read it, but I couldn't stop shaking.
I took a deep breath and opened the letter. The beautiful handwriting was there to greet me yet again.
To whoever may find this,
My name is Alia Decker and if you are reading this letter then my worst fear has come true. Please whoever finds this letter, please make sure my baby is safe. I won't be there to protect him. He needs to be protected. I wish I could take care of him. I truly do, but I know I won't make it. The doctors said I might not make it if go through with this. Of course, Aaron decided to go through with it. The doctors listened to him against my constant arguments. I wanted a baby, I truly did. How am I supposed to have a baby if I can't be there to take care of it?
After Aaron said he wished for the pregnancy to continue, he changed for the worse. He stopped caring. He got bitter. I don't know if it's him trying to process what's going on, but I'm scared. Even if this baby makes it, I don't want Aaron to know about him. I'm scared of what he's going to do with him since I'm not there. Would he blame the baby for my death? Would he even care about me that much after I die? I accepted the fact that I am going to die, but I can't just let Aaron take my baby. Please, whatever you do, don't let Aaron know this baby exists. For mine and this baby's sake. Please.
- Alia Decker
My hands were shaking as tears fell down my face. Could my biological father be behind all of this? What the hell could cause him to murder all these people? A sharp pain shot through my head. I winced and grabbed my head. What the hell is happening to me? I tried to get up, but I fell to the ground. I heard footsteps coming from the forest. I had to get out of there. I grabbed the pole that held the swings. I pulled myself up and tried to balance. The wind grew stronger, and it began to whip me around. I fell and smacked my head on the pole. It all went dark after that.
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A Silver Anniversary
Mystery / ThrillerCameron Daniels is a 25 year old Detective with memory issues that is trying to solve a string of murders that started the day he was born. TW: SUICIDE, OVERDOSE, MEMORY LOSS THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO I APOLOGIZE IF ITS A LIL WONKY!!
