That Girl Abby

Mel

Mel's Story

If you were to ever meet Abby Smith, you would look into her small chocolate brown eyes and her messy black hair, to see a perfect little country girl. Abby was the type of little girl that would pick up a dying dog off the side of the road or stick up for your child at school. But then again, that's where most people went wrong when it came to Abby. She wasn't only the sweet little girl down the road, she was so much more.

When I first moved into the small town of Lively, Virginia, I was greeted by many faces welcoming me to the town. Within a week of living in my small farm house the whole town had come to vist me, giving me sweets and warm welcomes; well almost every one. Just a few doors down was an older looking home. From my window the house looked charming, just as if it jumped out of a storybook. But, since I had moved here I hadn't heard or seen any of the owners of the house.

The house for some unknown reason was almost always on my mind for the first week or two; it haunted my dreams and shadowed my days. But it seemed to float out of my mind after that, sometimes coming to me as I worked in the gardens or had noting on my mind. After the first bust of fun from moving in, I began to spend many hours tending to my domains and staring at the blank screen that was the book I was writing,

One day, after many boring hours of "writing" the next big hit, as my editor worded it, I decided that I should go over and finely say hello, to the house down the road. I walked down the short dirt path from my house to theirs, my favorite light tan boots kicking up the dirt, the dirt kicking up at its toe and slowly landing on the boot, covering them with a small layer of filth. As I made it to the door, I noticed things I didn't notice from afar. The house was covered with the a dull olive color that looked almost grey, the roof hung low with patches of mildew covering almost every inch. The lawn was covered with a thick layer of crabgrass which was starting to slowly creeping to my garden. A single tree stood tall and strong in the middle of all the decay, making the house's every flaw stand out under the perfect oak.

I strode to the tree, running my hand against the irregular trunk. As I pulled my hand from the tree I glanced down to see a few beads of blood hanging from my finger where I must have a cut myself. I moved my hand away eyeing at the small cut before letting my hand hang lose at my side. The small amount of blood trickled onto the ground near the tree. As I twisted around to go back to the door I was meet face to face with a small girl frowning at me. I inhaled a short breath in astonishment of seeing her; I looked at her giving her a once over and sighed calming a bit. The girl continued to glare at me almost as if she was sizing me up. Then, finally, after what seemed like ages, she beckoned to me, leading the way into the deteriorating house. As we strolled into the house I started to ask the girl what her name was and if I could talk to her mother and father; when she didn't respond, I probed again. This time the girl twirled around and quickly snapped that her name was Abby and twisted around once again, lending me to the living room. As I sat down on a weakening chair, again I asked about her Mother and Father. She just walking off calling behind her that she would be right back with them and that I was to make myself right at home.

As she left I got up walking around the room my hand tracing the ends on the furniture and pictures of Abby's family. As I picked up a picture of Abby and a young man I heard a voice clear from behind me. I place the photo down behind me and turned around forcing a smile on my face. Abby once again asked the question I had not heard, I quickly responded and Abby left to get her mother. I turned back to the photo tracing the young man's face with my fore finger. The man was striking, he had a beard covering most of the lower half of his face, he look tall but was slumped over so it was hard to tell, his eyes where bright blue, but had a slight glassiness to them. My eyes moved to the rest the picture, but stopped when I reach the man's chest. If I looked every closely at the right side of his shirt I could see few trickles of rosy fluid. I quickly dropped the picture, jumping back knocking over the lamp in the process. I heard hasty little footsteps run into the room just as I picked up the lamp and gathered my breath." Mel?" she questioned as I turned to her walking backwards ever so slowly. I sighed and forced a slight smile on my lips, oops I say trying to sound apologetic and mask my nervousness. "You know what" she snarled, "it's all right, but where did you get those shoes" she said her voice lifting at the end of the question. I glanced down to my boots and then back to her just to find her inches away from me, she giggled. The sound of her giggling had an uneasiness to it, all most if it was forced or had greater meaning. I took a sharp breath then stood a little taller. [Come on Mel she's a 5 year old and you're 20, she won't hurt you], I whispered to myself as I move closer to the door.

Abby's hand shot from behind her pulling out a bear, her sudden movement frightening me. [See Mel, it's just a bear] I said again to myself. Trying to calm myself as an uneasy feeling came to me. I smiled at the small girl telling her that I'm late for dinner with a friend and that I had to go. I turned and walked to the door.

As I reached for the handle, piercing pain came from my back, causing me to fall to my knees. Black spots speckled my vision, my head swirled and warm liquid ran down my back. I turned my head as much as I could from my place on the ground to face the child, who had a huge grin on her face. Abby looked down at me placing the bear at my side. "Please" I begged her, hoping the girl had some regret of what she did and could help me. Her eyes showed no remorse, but instead a kind of pleasure. I felt darkness pulling me to it, as I gulped for air and let out a scream. Abby's grimace fluttered when she heard my cry, "Oh shut up already" she growled. Driving her knife into my stomach, I tried to shout but my mouth would not let me. As she heaved the weapon back out of me, there was a pounding at the door. Abby shot her head to the door and picked herself up but before she ran, she gave the blade a nice chuck this time landing in my chest. As I gave my last breath I heard the door be thrown down and many voices fill me head. My eyes slide shut and my world becomes dark once more.