No way out

Remembering Mary

Mary sat in the corner of the room staring into space. No tears shed her eyes in a couple days, we were both drained of them. Days passed slowly as there was no form of entertainment, we only had each other, not like we ever entertained each other that much, we were never in the best of mood.
"It doesn't get worse than this" Mary announced out of no where. I stayed quiet as I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling.
"Andy?" She stood up. I lifted my head.
"I'm going to kill myself" she stared.

I didn't know what to say.
"Don't say a thing" she walked towards me. "Just know that this is what I want".
"I don't want you to go". I cried.
"I know that this is selfish and I'm leaving you alone but, I just can't live this way. I'm already in hell. There's no hope left for me".

"Yes, yes there is Mary! There's--"
"There's no one looking for me Andy!" She interrupted. "It's been 26 fucking years. Everyone thinks I'm dead". She cried.
"People could be looking for me, when they find me they'll find you, it's that simple!"
"It's never that simple Andy! They had 26 years to look here for me. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore".
I turned around and held my head with my hands. I couldn't help but cry, I crouched down on the ground and let out a loud cry.

She tried to comfort her but I wouldn't let her. She put her hand on my shoulder, I pushed it off. She gave up and lay on her bed.
"I wish I could just kill him rather than killing myself" she stared at the dirty roof.
"We should" I paused my crying.
"Get some sleep" she turned around.

"Promise me you'll stay, and protect me" I asked.
"Promise" she replied.
The last thing I wanted was to be alone again. The only thing that kept me going was Mary, I know she doesn't want to live like this anymore, but I need her.
I climbed on my bed and thought until I fell asleep.

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"No! No! You idiot" Phil yelled. My eyes were shut and I struggled to open. What's going on?
I lifted my head and rubbed my eyes, I couldn't make out what was happening with the blurriness of my sight, but when they focused I seen something I wish I hadn't.
Phil was shaking my dead friend up and down as her neck flopped around as if she had no bones. My eyes tried to adjust on what was going on. She was dead. She left me. I started to cry.

"Ugh" he stormed over and put his hands behind his head. "This wasn't meant to happen. Jane isn't dead, she's fine! She's alone, but fine. I didn't think she'd kill herself!" He stormed out and left me alone with the lifeless body. I wanted to go closer but I was too afraid.
"Oh no. Oh no please don't be dead. Please" I tried to find out how she did it. Blood covered the white bed sheets, then I noticed her wrists were split open. She had broke the mirror and must have used a broke peice of it. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"You promised" I stared at her with a blank face.

I felt miles out of my comfort zone as her dead body laid on the opposite bed to me, I laid in mine with the blanket covering my head thinking about everything and anything that could remove the picture of Mary from my head. Nothing worked. I jumped up in rage.
"How could you?! You promised you would take care of me! You're just so self centred that you didn't even think about anyone but yourself ! I hate you!" I cried.

I knew none of what I was saying was true. Deep down I knew why she did it, I understood her pain.
The door flung open as Phil and Jane stormed through it. Phil had a tight grip on Janes her before he threw her on her dead mother. My eyes widened as I honestly didn't think she was alive.
"There, I told you she was dead" he glanced over at me. "She didn't believe me". He laughed.

"No, momma, please no" Jane sobbed rubbed her palm against Mary's cheek.
I started to cry. Mary's death was mostly based on the thought of her 13 year old daughter being dead, but she's still alive, she died for nothing. I felt rage release my body as something came over me. I raced towards Phil and jumped on his back. I pulled his hair and scratched his face as he tried to pull me off.
He finally pushed me off and I fell on the floor, he looks down on me and in disgust.
"How fucking dare you?" He spit. He screamed and stormed out. I looked over at Jane and she just stared.

"What happened" she cried. I didn't answer.

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Months went by. Mary's body was gone but the bloody bed sheets stayed. Jane refused to sleep in it, so she slept on the ground, I had offered my bed plenty of times but she doesn't talk to me. It's always pure silence.
"Do you want to watch some Tv?" I asked.
She just glanced at me. I got up and got the tv set that Phil gave me.
"There's only one channel" I smiled.
"What's is that" she said as I sat next to her. It was the first time she had spoken in a while.
"A television" I said confused.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh! Yea sorry I forgot that you've never seen one". It haven't crossed my mind yet that she hasn't lived in any other environment but this one.

"It shows what's going on in the world" I turned it on.

"A body of a woman in her early 30's has been found dumped in a warehouse in a Forrest in California yesterday morning.
A teenage couple found the woman when out on a walk at 8:30 yesterday morning. A recent autopsy has confirmed that the woman's name is Mary Connor, who went missing 26 years ago from her family home in California. Autopsies also have shown that although the woman was kidnapped 26 years ago, she only died a month and a half ago". A news reporter said.

I looked over at Jane to see her quietly sobbing.

""We contacted Mary's father late last night to tell him is daughter has been found. Henry Connors wife died a few years ago and has been alone ever since "

"Henry Connor? He's my neighbour! I knew his daughter went missing but it didn't cross my mind that it was Mary" I was shocked.
"So that's my grandfather?" Jane asked.
"Yea, that's him" I smiled.

It showed a photo of Mr. Connor in handcuffs. "What?" I cried!
"Mr. Henry Connor was arrested 6 years ago on the disappearance and kidnapping of 11 year old Andy Jones. Although there is no real evidence of Henry having anything to do with it, he was the last person to see her and his story does not add up. He was arrested and questioned, he has been released on bail twice though he has been called back in more than once"

"But he didn't kidnap you" Jane cried not understanding.

"I am happy that my daughter was found, and that she was put out of the misery she faced, she was clearly tortured by the way she died, and now my mind is put to rest and, so is she" he said with a cracky voice.
"And what have you got to say about Andy Jones?" He was asked.
"All I have to say about Andy is that I hope she isn't facing the same difficulties my Mary faced, and that hopefully maybe she is in the hands of a couple who are treating her like family" he cried.
"So you don't know where she is?"
"No I do not know where she is" he said in a tired tone. Probably sick of being asked that question.