Jamison's Story

Chapter 11. Funeral Home

^^Kelly's Point Of View ^^

Jamie was lying on the wood chips. No blood, and hopefully no broken bones. I ran over to jamie. "Jamie?!" I yelled shaking her. I felt her heart beat fast. If I didn't get her to the hospital then she wouldn't live. I picked my best friend up and texted bella.

To: Bella

Hey. It's kelly. Meet me at the hospital.

From: Kelly

I ran to the hospital 3 minutes away from the park. As soon as I arrived at the hospital I saw bella checking in. A nurse came barging into the hospital waiting room. "Jamison Young?" She asked. She had light brown / blonde hair. Her name was labeled Nurse Lopez. "She's right here. " I said. I carried jamison to the wheel chair. I let the docters take her away. "How'd you get here so fast?" I asked. "I don't know. I was worried. You and jamison are my first real friends so far. " bella said. I sat down in one the chairs and watched the news.

Channel 7 news reporter:  Today We had a horrible thunderstorm with 10 people dying. There was another problem in the woods of Kimberly Lane. Someone was murdered in the back of the woods. Her name is: Lacey. Lacey Shae. What We heard she was walking home from school and was sliced in the throat. There was a note.

This will keep you from messing with her.

                                -Unknown

The TV was shut off. I cupped my mouth. I looked at Bella and saw she was doing the same. I ran down to jamisons room. I heard the doctor coming out. "You can come in now." Lopez explained. I walked in to see jamison sitting up. I looked her in her eyes. The sight frightened me. She was just staring at me. "Jamison young will not be able to talk for 3 weeks. If she talks before that.... her voice will work for a few minutes and she won't be able to talk for the rest of her life" Lopez explained. I looked at jamison. "Jamie. Are you OK?".I asked. She nodded. I took that as a yes. I held her in my arms. "Here. Let her take these. They will help her with her suicidal thoughts. " Lopez said. "She isn't suicidal. She was pushed off a swing set. " I yelled. "Please get out of my face and enjoy your day. Because you and jamison are dismissed." Lopez said in a calm voice. I rolled my eyes and grabbed jamie off the hospital bed. I walked out into the waiting room where bella sat. Bella rose from her chair. We all walked out of the hospital. I called jamisons mom.

*Convo

Hello? Is this Mrs. Young?

Yes it is. Kelly?

Yes maam.

Ok what's up?

Can Jamie stay with me for a few weeks?

Um. Ok. Ease be carful. Can I talk to her?

Uhhhh. Shes busy. Bye.

*End of convo

Bella, jamie, and I started walking down the street and walked to the park. It was warm outside in the dark night. The rain had made it humid. Today can't get worse. I grabbed my messed up binders and Jamie's too. "Hey...  I have some extra binders. If needed. " Bella offered. I smiled.

• Two Weeks Later•

I haven't talked lately. I didn't feel like it. Jamie couldn't talk for one more week. So what's the Point?

*Jamisons Point Of View *

I wanted to talk so bad. But I couldnt. I crushed my chest to where my lungs almost stopped working. I could feel my heart slowing down. In that moment I w was as seeing my life. All over again. Then I woke up. Kelly was in front of me. I also watched the news. Lacey was murdered. I couldn't believe my ears. I was about in tears. My mom and laceys mom are very close. So I was FORCED to go to her funeral.

--At funeral --

"Thank you for coming to Lacey Shae's funeral. She was such a wonderful girl, full of potential, and full of happiness. I don't know who killed her or why. But she left a mark on this world. She is an inspiration to everyone here!" Laceys dad spoke.

"Speak for yourself. " I thought. I knew that was wrong to say. But she killed my voice. And I think I know who killed her. I remember re-winding the news.

"This will keep you from messing with her. This will keep you from messing with her. This will keep you from messing with her. This will keep you from messing with her. This will keep you from messing with her.

This will keep you from messing with her." I thought. I couldn't stop thinking of my kidnapper yet my savior. He protects me, but also hurts me. I don't understand anymore.

"Jamison. Do you have anything to say?" Laceys mom asked. I shook my head. " go jamison fae young. " my mom pushed me. But I couldn't talk. What would I Do. I walked to the front. I had to do something. I looked around the room of tears. I wrote on a piece of paper.

Lacey is a wonderful girl. She will be missed.

"No she wont. " I thought. I held up the paper. On the other side I wrote:

I'm to sad to speak.

I held in the fake tears. I wiped my eyes. I walked back to my spot. "Good job, jamie. " My mom said. I nodded. "Bathroom. Where's the bathroom? " I thought. "Ugh!  It's rude to interrupt." I thought more. I stood up. "Oh Jamison. So you want to talk now?" Laceys dad asked. I shook my head. I pointed at the bathroom. Laceys dad nodded. I ran to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I opened my mouth. I went to go speak. "Don't open that mouth!" Lacey yelled. I fell to the ground. I looked up at lacey. But she was dead. I knew I was seeing things. I stood up. The spirit disappeared. I was just seeing things. I washed my face in the sink. The water turned to blood. I looked around. I ran to the toilet. The toilets were all bloody. They each had a word on them.

First:  Leave

Second: This

Third:  World

Fourth: love

Fifth: me

I was shocked. I ran back to the sinks. No more blood. I was so scared. Then I heard steps in a stall. My beat even faster. I fell to the ground and moved to the corner. A tall lady walked out to wash her hands. I let out a big breathe. I stood up and looked in the mirror. The door opened. My mom walked in. I was a bloody mess. But I only saw it. The tall lady walked out. "Jamison. You have never disappointed me like this. " my mom yelled. She pushed me to the ground and slapped me. It stung so bad. My mother picked me up off the ground and kicked me in the stomache. I started to cry. "Stop crying. " my mother yelled at me. I dried my eyes. My nose started to gush blood. I got my black beautiful dress ruined. I cleaned my nose and my dress and walked into the funeral room. I sat down. This time. I was done. I rose from my chair. "Sit down. " my mom whispered. I shook my head. I ran out of the church. I slammed my stupid purse into the huge foutain outside of the church. I ran down the hot road. I didn't know where I was going. But I kept running. Running away from the past.

authors note: here's a bit about my self. I am 11. I am in cheerleading. and I'm in Orlando right now. (3-21 though 3-23)