Life. Life teaches you many things since the moment you were born. But in my seventeen years of life, I have learned the most important think about it; The three times: The past, the present and the future.
Since I was a child, I have lived many bad experiences with plenty of deaths and disappointments which have led me to think this way. Every moment you live passes through the three times. First, it's your future, something unpredictable that hasn't yet happened. But when this happens, it is no longer your future, it is your present.
The present is all of the actions and decisions you make that shape your future. But, the present doesn't stay forever. Not even a second can distinguish the present from the past or future.
This is the main difference between the present and the past. The present fades away while the past stays forever in your memories, untouchable. I hate it.
All my life I've been wishing some things hadn't happened, but once they become the past, you cannot change them. I think this information is basic for you to understand the story, the story of my blurry, dark past ever since that terrible day.
~Ten years ago~
I was in a train with my mother, I am not sure of where we were going. We were eating at the train's restaurant when a woman with a child had entered the restaurant; asking about our journey and destination. The boy, who I assumed was her son, was looking at me the whole time. Instead of watching the boy back, I payed all of my attention to the strange woman.
I didn't know what this woman had that was scaring me, but all I could feel was a shaken feeling. My mom had also seemed a bit uncomfortable with this conversation. Suddenly, she got up from her chair and gripped my arm; we began to run. The whole time we were running, she was whispering, "it's a trap, this whole train is a trap".
When we boarded the train, I had noticed we were all alone, but I hadn't understood why. That was, until the woman entered through the door. Behind us was the woman with the gun, the boy came with her and had a sad look on his face. I didn't understand why the woman was trying to kill us, but at the moment all I could think was one thing, escape.
We ran forward through the train until the worst of our fears came true. There were no more railcars on the train, we were trapped. The killer suddenly caught mother from her back. She attempted to resist, but the woman was much stronger than her. The woman carried my mother to another room and locked me in this one. I was trying to open the door with my hairpin, that's when I heard a sound.
It wasn't like a gunshot, but I began to get nervous. I was sweating and crying until I could open the door. My feet moved me all over the train until my eyes recognized her. She was dead. The woman killed her.
The blood all over her head had seemed to be caused by a fight. It was most likely from a blow with the gun. But my gaze strayed to another point. The boy, he was crying. But why? He was the accomplice of the killer... or maybe not?
There was a more important thing in which I should put my attention to. The most unpredictable thing happened. I found the killer, killed by a gunshot. And the boy with a grim smile, holding a gun.
Since that day, my Grandmother, Berenice, the only family I have left has taken care of me. My father has been missing ever since I was born, so I've never met him. But, in my life there hasn't only been bad experiences. For example, when I was eleven, I met Brooke; my best friend. And when I was fifteen, I met Byron, my first love.
My life since then has been weird. I've met weird people, I've had weird friends, I've seen weird changes, a lot of changes... I've had weird experiences and not so weird ones.
But, what I really admire about my life is that though we believe our life is shit, there's always something to make it better, no matter if it's a small thing. Life goes on, the past stays stuck. But this story doesn't end like this. It happened when I was fifteen.
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My phone rang, waking me up from my sleep. Who could it possibly be at this time? "Alysson speaking" I said into the phone after answering it. It was Byron. He was in tears. "Byron? Why are you-". He interrupted me explaining that Brooke had been kidnapped.
I hung up the phone and went to find my grandmother. "Grandma..." I said teary eyed when I found her. "What happened sweetheart?" She asked with a concerned look. "Brooke was kidnapped", "what?!". "Yeah, Byron called me. He said that he saw the kidnappers carrying Brooke and then they got into a car".
Berenice got a sad look on her face and examined me. "Byron didn't know if she was alive, maybe she's dead" I sobbed harshly. "She isn't dead" Berenice said, reassuring me to think positively. "But... You don't know if she-" "I told you, she isn't dead. I'm positive of that". "Why are you so sure?" "Trust me, I know so. Now, get dressed, we are going to search for her." "Thanks Grandma" I said with a thankful smile. With that, I ran up to my room and began to get dressed.
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A/N; Thanks for reading!! This has been a story of mine that has been in progress for a very long time now. I am just now getting to share it with all of you which makes me happy. It would've been long over already if I had decided to continue writing it a year ago. Anyway, thank you for reading, it means a lot to me!! Also, special thanks to katysmoonlight for making my cover, read his stories, you won't regret it. Thanks!
~ Hailey
