you're still here
that's strange
i didn't expect you would be
anyways
since you stayed
do you want to hear a story?
because i have one i could tell you
if you want to hear It, that is
if you do, it starts with a simple questioN
do you want to know what really happenEd that night?
because trust me
it's not the fairytale you would think a Vacation should be
now i know
many have hEard a version of the tale
maybe the Rose colored lens of those who didn't know
the tragedies happening right under their nose
not false, but not complete
or the sugarcoated tales told by criminals
Webs of lies where most find themselves tangled up
but this is a version you have not heArd before
it's my tale, the truth
so listeN carefully to what i have to say
about that mid august nighT
where a child was buriEd
in a house on the beach
Down in the living room
empty beer boTtles scattered around
a blackout drunk on the cOuch
i can see it in my mind's eye even now
maybe if he was awake, or sober
he wouLd've been able to stop the crime
or at the very lEast, testify
tell them All what he saw
his best friend in the process of an unspeakable crime
against his Very own little brother
the kind of crime that leaves you scarred
with no physical mark
the kind of hurt that dEstroys your psyche
destroys your trust
destroys you
but the only one there to advocate for me
was me
the hurt child with no support
something i'm sure he knew
him, the one who committed the unspeakable
which is why i think he knew
exactly what he was doing
when he told me to never whisper his wrongdoings
to another living soul
"stay Quiet"
okay
i'll play yoUr game
But If you were to ask me, truthfully
i think you're just scared of what i have to say
i am young
but i am not dumb
i knew he was only intErested in saving himself
but did he know
that i felT the same
that i, too
only had interest in saving myself
and so i pLayed along
pretended to participate in his game
but there was something burning inside of me
ravenous for justice
i knew i would have to feed it
sneakily, Yes, but surely
this need to soothe its cravings
would be something that consumed me
until the last thing left of me
was revenge
after all
in the end
he may have wanted me quiet
but silence only lasts so long
YOU ARE READING
CAROLINA 2019
General FictionSeven days. Six teenagers. One hopelessly tangled summer vacation. Catherine Lenore has always loved North Carolina, and just wants to make more memories in a place so special to her. Everett Lenore and Audrey Moran have been crushing on each other...
