The Creepypastas That Many May Love

I Can't Say That I'm Proud

Sometimes decisions in life aren't easy to make, and rather than being driven by morals or logic, they're driven by emotion and sheer necessity to survive. From time to time, everyone is forced to make a decision like this, and I am no different. That being said, it doesn't mean I'm proud of what I do. In fact, I feel downright miserable about it, but there's nothing I can do to change the fact that this is the choice I made to get by. Not now. Now it's too late and I'm too far in.

I just graduated college with a degree in business. I was completely broke, dirt poor, having paid my entire tuition at a community college as I went along while breaking my back just to get the bills paid so that when I got out I'd be free of debt. I'd found myself stuck in a restaurant job with a business degree and no idea where to go from there. My sister Calliope offered to let me stay with her. To most people, that probably would sound like a no-brainer decision. Why, they would ask, didn't you think of that sooner? I did. I lived in Texas and she lived in Vermont. I wasn't sure if I was ready to move so far from what I was used to. Calliope did offer though, and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. She agreed to come pick me so that we could have a little "sisterly bonding time" over a road trip. We're twins...I didn't think bonding time was necessary, but I was excited to spend time with her again.

A little over a year ago now, I had packed up my belongings, climbed into my sister's car and left Texas behind. I didn't know what the future had in store then, and if I'd known what I do now, I can't say for sure if I'd do it again or not. Well...I guess it's either this or struggling in the service industry for God knows how long.

For the start of the ride, she was very quiet. I felt as though I did all of the talking, even though nothing I said was of any importance. When I stopped talking, that's when I could feel the silence. It was heavy.

"What's on your mind?" I asked her. For a moment, she remained silent, staring at the road ahead of her. Her eyes had a look that told me her mind was far away. Finally, she answered me.

"They never found him, and I think they stopped looking. The trail's cold. It wasn't ever 'hot' to begin with." She sounded as though she were numb to the whole ordeal by now.

Calliope was a teen mom. At sixteen she'd had her son, Calvin, and I'd always admired her willpower. She didn't quit school, although trying to get through with a child wasn't ever easy, but she knew college wasn't for her. I respected her for the decisions she made for that child. Two years prior, just a month after Calvin's fourth birthday, he'd been kidnapped. It was all over the news for about two months, and after no new evidence was turned up, the commotion died down and the community seemed to forget. My family didn't forget. Certainly Calliope hadn't forgotten. We wouldn't forget. The story was so big because of the mystery surrounding the entire situation. Calvin was outside playing, in his own back yard mind you, fenced in, and he seemed to just vanish. There were no signs of forced entry, no signs that indicated anything was askew...just a missing child.

I turned to her now. "Cal, listen...they didn't give up, and please don't you dare give up hope. They'll find him-"

"No they won't Astra! They'll never find him! No one will find him!" She cut me off.

I stared at her, a bit taken aback by the outburst.

"I know it's taking awhile-"

"No. You don't understand. There was never a trail for them to follow, absolutely nothing. I know something they don't know, not that they'd believe me if I did open my mouth. I've known for a few months now." I stared at my sister, unsure how to react to what she was saying. She pointed to the backseat. "Read that. I brought it so you'd know too." I stared at her for a second before reaching back and picking up the thick packet she'd prepared for me. Some pages had been photocopied from books, others printed from the internet. I flipped through the pages, looking over at her after getting a few pages in, enough to understand what was happening.