Taking The Long Way Home

Taking The Long Way Home (Chapter 1: The Sorrowful Lies, and the Ugly Truth)

Hey there, I'm Jeizle. So, before you go jumping to conclusions on how this all happened, I'll tell you the truth on its own. In the early 1998's, I believed that my grandfather was a good man. He treated me kindly, and he'd comfort and give me advice when I don't know what to do. I looked up to him, I wanted to be just like him when I was his age. Well, of course, all things have their downfalls, and this one is no exception. Turned out that the man I saw almost every day in my childhood wasn't who I thought he was. On the day of my 11th birthday, there was a murder scene near my grandfather's house, which turned out to be his neighbor. Studies have shown that the man was deceased due to many stabs to the front of his chest, and a single bullet to his head, and guess what. A lot of fingerprints were found on the knife and handgun. It was really strange to the police.

And the tests says it all, the checked the man's fingerprints to check just in case if it was a suicide attempt or it is indeed a murder. The studies showed that it wasn't him, and their next suspect was, you guessed it, my grandfather. After hours of checking for proof, they found out that he was planning to kill his neighbor because he witnessed something that he didn't want anyone to know, and so that the man won't tell a single soul. Turned out that my grandfather was responsible for the line of child murders in 1978, which caused hundreds of dead children found in a very similar location. All of the missing children were killed at the back of the place where the Titanic sank and lost millions of innocent lives. This murder was so bad, to that point where the whole police department had suspected that the village nearby probably had the murderer, and of course, that was my hometown.

Apparently, the man that was killed witnessed him kill three children at the same exact time, he saw him because he was fishing right across the water. My grandfather stared at the man straight in the eyes and followed him home, he then threatened to kill him if he told the police or told a family member or anyone for that matter, so on the day of the man's murder, he told his family and if that anything happened to him, suspect his old man next door. And so his family did, and that's why the police questioned him first. They also found out that he had a journal of all of his evil doings. And so on my birthday, he was held at gunpoint and had been arrested, and was sentenced to be executed on March 7th. My parents said that he "went away to his old hometown to visit his other grandchildren", I was so naive, that I believed all the words that came out of my parent's mouths. I guess I always believed what I was told by anyone when I was a kid, and for some reason, I didn't realize it back then I guess.

After years, I still believed their sorrowful lies, but later on learned the ugly truth today, on August 6th, of 2018, and I'm already an adult, filled with anger. Because my grandfather tricked me into believing that he was indeed a good man. My parents told me because, in my university, we were assigned to search for old newspapers that affected many lives, and so I found the newspaper where the murder held a place at my grandfather's neighbor's house. I eventually asked my parents what exactly happened at that time period and they stayed silent since they haven't really told me what happened. After they explained it to me, I was terrified. I was completely and utterly scared at the fact that I used to care for that man, on how I wanted to be like him, I was heartbroken. I shouted at my parents to what seemed like hours, I eventually ran up our wooden spiral stairs, my face full of tears of regret. Many people might not agree to what I did back then but, I, just couldn't handle that they kept that secret to the point where I was already an adult. They could've told me when I was in elementary or even when I was in high school, I'm sure that I was already old enough to know before! But they still kept it as their dirty little secret, a secret that I should've known a long time ago. So I stayed in my room for a whole week, and I did eat. Because my parent's left me breakfast at the front of my bedroom door every morning, lunch every afternoon, and dinner every night. So I was still healthy, but not entirely happy.