Remember Me

Chapter 2

Margot Holland. The only name that could send Blake a thousand shivers down his spine. She had meant everything to him. If she had ever asked him for the moon, he would’ve found a way to give it to her. Thinking about her hurt, the same way it had all those years ago. They met in college. She was heading over her photography class when Blake noticed her. Long, black hair adorned her pretty frame, her skin was pale, the palest Blake had ever seen, but the most mesmerizing thing about her was her eyes. Blake always said that there was no blue that could ever compare to the color of Margot’s eyes. There was no one in all of Bozeman that looked like her, no one in the world that looked like her. He could still feel her gaze burn when he gathered some courage and went over to her. His invincible ego fell a little down when she said no. But he still wasn’t going to give up, there was something about her that hypnotized him, she drove him insane.

After 3 more date attempts, a dozen roses, a huge teddy bear and one actual date, Margot Holland and Blake Parker were finally dating. His happiness was overflowing, his times with Margot where his real happy times.

A year had passed since they officially started dating and things were really good between them. It was June 26th, the summer in Montana was as beautiful as it had always been, and Blake was in love, madly in love. He had invited Margot over to a fancy dinner in a French restaurant outside of Bozeman. They ate, laughed, told stories… and at the end of the evening he gave her a beautiful heart shaped emerald necklace. Ever since that day she wore it around her neck, ever since that day Blake was hopelessly in love with her.

Then came 2 years. It was as if Blake’s heart couldn’t get any bigger, couldn’t feel anything more for her. M-A-R-G-O-T H-O-L-L-A-N-D, the only combination of letters that could give him Goosebumps everywhere. Up to the present day, if you ever combined those 13 letters in the right way it would make his heart well up and his eyes tear up. Margot was his world.

That day he decided to take her to Cold Creek’s Forest, a beautiful forest right in the outskirts of Bozeman, with its tall pines, it seemed like the perfect place for a romantic picnic. The quietness of the forest made it seem a little eerie, but it was perfect for him, and he knew that Margot would love it, because it was as quiet and beautiful as her.

Margot looked as lovely as always. Blake had gotten to the conclusion that there were no other girls like her that could sit in silence for hours but still radiate so many words. He loved her. They sat down and started to eat the sandwiches he had made when he heard growling around them. He ignored it, not wanting to worry Margot. “Did you hear that?” she said, a worried look on her face. Blake, wanting to seem tough, got up and walked off a little bit around where they were standing to assure her that there was nothing to worry about, but when he turned around to tell her it was nothing, he let out a horrifying scream. The creator of the growling had been a bear, a huge, black bear. Its claws had already gotten Margot by the dress she was wearing, she was crying, calling out for Blake to do something. He was scared to death. He tried to fight the bear, even grabbed one of its long paws, tried to tear him down, tried to get him to stop, but the bear had advantage over him. Seeing Margot all bruised and scratched like that made him lose his head, his bearings, he was determined on killing the damned animal any way possible. In a ray of hope, the bear let go of Margo’s dress a little bit, and he managed to take her away from him, but that only made the bear angrier and with one single jump, his long sharp teeth bit Margot’s chest, taking the life out of her. The bear wouldn’t give up, even when Margot’s body laid there, lifeless, it stilled scratched and bit and disfigured her in a way that made Blake’s stomach churn. In one split second, his life was taken away from him by that stupid animal. The only girl he had truly loved, gone. Just like that. He could never forgive himself for bringing her into that forest.

4 months later, the first sighting of Emerald Girl surfaced. When Blake saw the news, he thought it was all a big, fat joke. But everyone talked about it; everyone wanted to go to Cold Creek Forest to look for the mysterious spirit of the girl. He promised he would never go there again. Thinking about the place made his insides turn; the memories were all too real, too raw. How come his dear Margot was now back from the dead? He saw her get eaten by that bear,for Christ's sake!. He decided that everyone on that silly little town was crazy; he refused to believe Margot was Emerald Girl; he couldn’t bear with the thought that her soul was out there, restless. But deep down, he always knew. And now it was time to face the truth.