Hi. I'm Mason Greenly. I just found my boyfriend's dead body. I'm running back to his house now, because his spirit told me to.
Y'know, this whole thing seems really weird now that I'm trying to explain it. But hey, it is weird.
I arrive at his house, still running in place as I'm knocking on the door. It opens quickly, and Mrs. Parker's eyes widen when she sees me.
"Mrs.....Parker...I...know where he...is.." I pant heavily. Her eyes widen even wider, and tears start welling up in them. She is speechless, and I can't really tell if that's good or bad. She starts to sob as she pulls me into the doorway, hugging me tightly. I hug her back.
"Should we call the police?" I whisper softly to her after a while. She nods. We pull away, but stay close. We walk over to an old-looking home phone sitting in a table near the wall. She looks at me, and I nod at her, picking up the phone.
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After everything is sorted out (showing the police, getting an ambulance, a lot of tears, etc. etc.), I come home with Mrs. Parker. We're both in mourning right now. We need each other.
Someone might say it's kind of weird for me to be at my dead boyfriend's house, trying to help his grieving mother. Yeah, the one who beat him. But I think that there's good in everyone. Mrs. Parker was most likely raised that way, so she didn't know it was wrong. Regardless, nobody deserves to find their son dead, no matter how evil or mean you are.
Mrs. Parker and I just sit on her couch crying for at least a half hour. Eventually, she is silent. I look at her. She has fallen asleep. I slowly stand up and lay her down on the couch, covering her up with a blanket thats nearby.
While she's peacefully sleeping, I get a strange urge to go upstairs. I hesitate, but trust my gut, and walk up the stairs as quietly as possible. I get to the top, and look at my surroundings. My gut isn't telling me anything anymore. There's a small table up against the wall across from me. A green and purple succulent plant sits on it in a round black pot. I step towards it and touch the pot gently. Anthony always talked about how he loved plants. He was ecstatic when we had to study them in school. I sure wasn't. I smile thinking about him, then I frown, remembering I am in his house that isn't his house anymore, because he doesn't live here anymore because he is not alive.
I walk onto the room next to the table, which I assume is Mr. and Mrs. Parker's room. I hesitantly stepped inside. There was a large bed in the middle of the room. It was neatly made. Two bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, a red lamp on each. Several paintings covered the soft yellow wallpaper. They looked original, like they weren't bought in a store. The room was quite large, too. It smelled like lavender and pine. I stepped out, not wanting to disturb the natural peace of the room. The room on the other side of the table was much different. The wallpaper was a nice blue, but they were bare except for the corkboard hanging on one wall. It has random papers and pictures pinned to it. I stepped into the room a bit more comfortably. It smelled the same as the other room, but a bit faded. The bed was smaller, maybe a twin sized. The sheets almost matched the walls perfectly. I ran my hand across the bed gently, feeling the soft flannel. I turn my gaze over to the messy corkboard. It has assignments from school, all graded with 100% or higher. It had sketches, mostly of plants and trees and flowers. There were a few pictures, too. Pictures of the same girl. She has black hair and freckles, and a nose piercing. Who is she? She can't be from around here.
As you might have assumed by now, this is most likely Anthony's room. So who is that girl? How does Ant know her?
Was she Cassie? ·
