What They Found in The Garden || Short Story

What They Found in the Garden

I'm not a stalker. Yes, I follow two people's every move, watch anything they do online, and have done extensive research on them, but it's not stalking. I was simply protecting my fragile, nine year old self.

These two people just so happen to be the most famous, most wealthy and attractive Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt!

Stop it, Lilianna. You lie too much.

I'm kidding. Not about the lying though, I do lie a lot. Don't worry though, you can trust me. I wouldn't lie to you.

In my case, it's the two roughest, and quite frankly ugliest, bullies that have ever stepped foot in Canada, Kassandra Ellias and Ethan Lorac. They're terrible. Forget sticking your head in the toilet, those ruthless nine year olds would throw you into a nearby creek for entertainment.

I've always been the quiet one, which makes me quite an easy target. I stay by myself, ever since Angelica left. Most people don't mind that I stick to myself, since I'm kind to everyone, smiling, politely asking about their day. I'm quite liked.

Although, when I say I'm a target, that doesn't mean I'm the only one they bully. Actually, these people probably don't even know who I am. They aren't the type to choose one person and let everyone else off easily.
They. Bully. Everyone. They don't even know the names of everyone they bully. They don't need to. They make up their own.

At ten years old, it got worse. They'd trip you, and have a rock in front of you to catch your fall. That's not even just a cruel joke anymore. That's life threatening. Ten years old, these people were.

High school was terrible. Ever have a crush? The next day, you're being laughed at, poked fun at, and verbally abused for the next two weeks, or until someone new and more interesting has a crush.

"Hey, Lilianna! You liked Johnny? Oh my God that's so stupid! You're way too ugly for him. And fat. And dumb. You're not even rich."

Sleep with someone? You're called names no one wants to hear, and rumors spread like wildfire. Lucky for me, I haven't slept with anyone.
Innocent little Lilianna.

It wasn't much better at sixteen years old. In fact, the two were worse than ever. They do things people get arrested for, and they have no problems with it whatsoever. They steal, rob stores so often they could be put in jail, and beat people up so bad they put them in the hospital.

Don't they have a conscience? Feelings?
A brain?

For me, I just stay quiet. I still watch them as avidly as ever, preparing myself for anything to come, but I haven't stepped up to do anything. Ever since they bullied my best friend to death, literally, I've been alone. It was horrible the day we found her, swinging from her bedroom ceiling.

There was only one thing on her note. Well, two, I guess.

Two names.

And those people didn't give a damn about it.

How could someone, anyone, not care that someone died because of you? How could they feel no guilt, no pain, no regret? They didn't even stop! How does someone do that?

Anyway, I've been pretty upset about it ever since, and I've been watching their every move, to protect myself.

So many people's lives have been changed for the worse because of them, so it's not a surprise that no one cared when they turned up dead in their parents' garden.

Their bodies were found stuffed viciously into the girl's parents' rose garden, with their neighbors as a witness. They said they had seen a short person wearing all black at 11:24 pm, throwing two objects into the nearby bushes. They didn't think much of it. They woke up the next morning to look, and saw a horrific sight.