The Email that Changed My Life [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4: Mysterious

Hey, chapter 4! Enjoy! Remember the bracelet from the previous chapter.  A part of this may be a little gory, but not really. 

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A small, little blonde girl appeared. She smiled, laughed and jumped around like a regular little girl. There it was, the small pearl bracelet, beautifully adorning her small wrist. Then she frowned, and was being taken back. She tried to go foreward, but she kept going backwards. She started to cry, crying out for her father desprately. Then a man appeard. He started to run after her. She called out for him: "DADDY! DADDY! HELP ME!"

"I'll FIND YOU BABY GIRL!" He yelled. The man was her father. Then the little girl stopped.Then another man looked back at her father, smirking. Her little pearl bracelet was emphasized. It was the bracelet from the jewlery box. Then he dropped her, and she fell down a pit. Her father ran over to the pit, crying on his knees. He watched as his daughter landed flat on the stony, cruel ground, as she laid dead. "No..." He cried. Then he took out a knife. He pointed the knife towards himself. Voices came all around him, saying "NO! DON'T DO IT! LACEY WOULDN'T WANT YOU TOO!" But he ignored them, stabbing himself in the chest. He fell down the pit, blood pouring from his chest.

Harry woke up, sweating all over. He quickly put his hands through his wet, messy hair. Tears went down his face nervously. He picked up the pearl bracelet on his end table, holding it in his hand. This bracelet belonged to a little girl who died, and whose father committed suicide. Harry held the bracelet tightly. Harry thought of throwing it away, to get it out of his sight. However, he put it in a drawer instead. Harry laid back on his pillow. His mouth grew dry, and his palms started to sweat. His hands shook violently. 

He held a bracelet of a little girl, who died. He held the bracelet of a little girl, who's father committed suicide. Harry gently shut his eyes, heaving in a gust of air. Harry could feel the sweat going down the back of his neck. He turned over.

Harry laid there, unable to go to sleep. Opening his eyes again, he noticed the gleam of the moon shimmering through the window. He closed his eyes, attempting to fall asleep. 

Harry laid there, trying everything possible to fall asleep. He laid in every different position, with his body sprawled out, laying on different pillows, putting his head on different ends of the bed, putting the pillow over his head. Nothing would work. It neared  two hours, at four AM, and he laid staring at the ceiling. His tired, sleepy green eyes stared at every possible thing in his room. He noticed the curtians swayed every couple of seconds from the air ventilator below it. His eyes were aching from having to keep them open, but whenever he closed them, his mind would drift off and think of something else.  

His eyes wandered to every part of the room. He noticed the way the moonlight shimmered against his dresser. He noticed a large laundry pile growing. He noticed the rug was becoming worn, and how the mud from his boots was stained all over it.  

His mind wandered to different things, like perhaps why cats don't like to get wet. Or why you can never get the shampoo out of the shampoo bottles in hotels. He thought maybe he could get a pet. Maybe a dog. He'd probably like a big one, like a golden retriever. But he didn't want to clean up after it. But it would be nice to have around. 

Harry's eyes fluttered, and his body finally went into a sleep. 

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The next day, he woke up at around noon. His phone buzzed, and he retrieved it from his side table. It was text, from an unknown number, reading Time is ticking, Harry. The more time you waist, the closer she is to dying. 

His body froze. Harry quickly leapt out of bed, clearing the blankets away. He made haste down the stairs and prepared a quick breakfast. He revved up his car, going to his list of instructions.