Never Been Found

Why Hello

      Zara... That's my name. I'm- well I was fifteen, it was my birthday three days ago. The same day I was killed. I thought I could trust people. I thought I knew him. Yet, I suppose you never really *know* them... Do you? That's why I'm here. In the darkness awaiting my moment to shine through. People need to know my story. They need to know how I got to this dreadful place, I'm stuck here but they are still breathing and walking the streets... And so is he. That. Must. Change.
                    ~FLASHBACK~
        My eyes fluttered open as I heard my mother screaming,

"Happy birthday dear Zara!! Happy birthday to you!!" She screamed. Thankfully I managed to sleep through the beginning of her charade.

"Awe thanks mom." I muttered, sitting up as I rubbed my eyes. You see normally I'd be happy it were my birthday but this year my birthday lands on a school day. It wasn't all that bad though I have my drawings to keep me company.

"Well come on! You don't get a day off. Your a fifteen year old freshman. You don't get breaks! Get dressed and meet me in the car." My mother demanded. As she turned  to walk away I groaned and planted my feet on the cold wooden floor. My feet making quiet taps on the floor as I slowly made my way to my closet. As I swung the door open I was greeted with skinny jeans and countless numbers of t-shirts. Mostly bands, flowers, or peace signs were on the front of the shirts. For fifteen I was pretty innocent.

"Let's go Zara!" My mom yelled up the stairs.

"I'm working on it!" I replied as I threw on some black skinny jeans with a flower crop top over my torso. As soon as I was done getting dressed I ran out of my room and down the stairs. Of course skipping a few steps to get down faster. A small smile on my face as I made it down the steps with out falling.

"It's about time." My mom huffed as I opened the car door, lowering myself into my moms Dodge Charger.

"I'm sorry." Was all I muttered as I pulled out my sketch pad, flipping to my newest page. I began fixing the outline of the mans face... But, as soon as my mom saw the man she swerved on the road a bit.

"Zara... That's the man that lives a block away isn't it?" She questioned concerned.

"Y-Yeah. I cut through his yard to get home from school." I breathed without a care. He was nice to me he told me to draw his flower he had in his hand. So I did... He was just in the picture as well. Don't think I'm obsessed with him or anything. It just gives the picture life.

"Well today you aren't to do that! That guy is a weirdo!" My mom clearly raising her tone. I didn't understand why people hated him so much. He was nice to everyone.

"Mom seriously, if I don't cut threw his yard it takes me ten more minutes to get home." I was still drawing. My moms words meaning nothing to me. I'm still cutting through his yard. Nothing bad will happen.

~End Of Flashback~

Well at least that's what I thought. He seemed so... So peaceful he made it seem as if he couldn't hurt a single fly. Yet, I was mistaken. I should have listen- Never mind that's not important. Back to the whole mom thing.
~Flashback~

As I stepped out of the car my mom grabbed my wrist.

"I am serious about that Zara. No cutting through his yard today. He's just weird." She sighed.

"Whatever you say." Was all I said to her before I made my way into the school. My notepad now closed in my right hand.

P.O.V-- The Killer

By now Zara was definitely in school. So I had about eight hours to plan.

"Damn." I whispered. Is that enough time? I just shook my head. Of course it is. I've been working on this gift for Zara for a month now. I hope she loves it. My mind fell blank, yes, she will. She has to or I'll- nothing. She'll just love it. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I dropped a the flame on the tip of the welding tool. It going out as soon as it hit the ground. I looked to the tool laying on the ground I couldn't help but smile as I looked up.

"P-Perfect..." Was all I could muster at the moment. I built it. It's done. You see I've been working on a sculpture that looks just like Zara. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. I loved her, deeply. I knew she felt the same. She has to. There's no way she doesn't, I can tell by the way she looked at me. Yet, the age. She's fifteen. I'm forty. But then again age is just a number. I know she'd be willing to hide our love from her parents. Zara would surly do anything for me. A smile made its way onto my lips.

"Hmmm..." I hummed, pacing around the basement. I have everything set up. But how exactly am I to get her to come down here? I don't want to force her. She was too sweet for that. Throwing her down the stairs just didn't seem right to me. Not to her. I guess I'll have to figure it out eventually.

P.O.V. Zara

School like always was extremely boring. All I wanted to do was go home.

"Hey Zara." Natalie whispered, don't be fooled. She hates me. But she tries to be nice for a minute before she begins to make fun of me again. "Nice drawing. You drawing creeps for the po-po to look out for?" She asked loud enough so her little posse could hear her... Of course.

"No actually... When it's done it'll be you in... Hmmmm. Give it twenty years." I smirked. Her friends even laughed at her. All she did was huff and give me the 'I'll be watching you closely' look before stomping away to the other side of the class. Typical. I look to the door of the class as someone walked in. There it is! A friendly face!

"Hello Zara." Was all I heard as she placed her bag next to me. I felt my face light up as she sat down.

"Oh, uh, hey. Charlotte." I murmured. You see I don't want everyone to hate me so I hide the fact that I'm a pansexual. But with Charlotte. It's just so hard to hide.

"Nice drawing." She whispered, trying not to get the attention of the teacher.

"Thanks." I replied, "It's my neighbor. He insisted that I drew his flower. So I did. But I figured his face gives the whole thing life." I smiled looking to the picture.

"Very nice." She hummed. A small smile painted on her lips. She was damn near perfect. Her eyes were a bright green, her hair long and black. Literally flawless. Her lips, the perfect length and width. And Charlotte herself. Was simply amazing. Sadly I didn't realize I was daydreaming about everything the whole class. I heard the bell ring and I was torn reluctantly from my thoughts.

"Yes!" I shouted. Oh god. Everyone looked at me... Was that out loud? I guess it was but hey, it happens right? I just ignore the weird stares as I stood from my seat and made my way out of the class. The school day was finally over. I was home free. I happily made my way down the halls. Small 'I'm sorries' or 'I'll see you later' was said to people as I brushed people's shoulders trying to squeeze through the cluster of people. I got out of the school and something just did not feel right. I couldn't tell why but something did.

"Just be careful." I remember as I slipped on my red and black stripped fingerless gloves. Quickly pulled out my headphones and placed them in my ear. I pressed play on my phone and one of my favorite songs Meant to Live by Switchfoot began playing. I just chuckled quietly to myself as I walked across the pavement. Before I knew it I heard the familiar cracking of the sticks and dead brush under my feet. I looked up from doing my singing and dancing escapade to be at the foot of the woods. It was nothing new. I always cut through the woods, it lead me to his backyard.