Bones

Only in the dark hours of the night are there screams. Screams that are never heard, but felt by those around. One such night was the darkest of them all, it was this night that a pretty girl of 17 decided to wander. She snuck out of her dark home at the strike of midnight, and roamed forgotten passages made from cobblestone. She dreamed of them leading her to a place of happiness, a better place than the house she once called home.

 

A boy curled on the cobblestone path. Leaning against an abandoned church, sobbing for his broken soul, he did not at first see the girl approaching him. The girl knelt in front of the boy, her face furrowed with worry. Not a word was spoken between them, for the thick air stole all speech from them. The girl gave him a small smile.

 

A group of four men stepped out of the seeming abandoned church, mad with alcohol and an anxiety that can only be eased with violence. The church was the only place, where the savages could be forgotten. Their only escape from the daylight hours where they are judged and sneered at. Very few know of what the maddened group does in the night. The men turned to see two teenagers alone on their street, and the assumed leader snickered. He waves a drunken hand at his men; nevertheless, they understood what to do. They sauntered over to the girl and the boy, caught up in each others sudden and strange companionship. It wasn’t until the girl was forcefully grabbed by the leader, did the two realize what was going on.

 

The girl struggled in the man’s arms, but lacked the strength to break free. She could smell the rancid tang of alcohol on his breath, and she squirmed even harder. The men laughed with their leader at her desperate attempts, the boy is frozen. She managed, by sheer luck, to break free of the man’s surprisingly strong hold, and run. Before she can manage to run even a few yards, the man grabbed her again then began to choke the life out of her.

 

The boy finally snapped out of his frozen state, and rushed to help the girl. The three other men grabbed the boy. His mouth opens as if to scream, but no sound escaped him. He could only watch as the girl’s life left her body. She fell limp in the leaders arms. The leader turns to the boy with a frenzied look in his eyes, but he does nothing. The man swayed then collapsed. Alcohol coursing through his veins sending him unconscious. The three other men laughed at their leaders fall, and their grip loosened on the boy. He crumbled to the ground, a hole torn in his already shattered heart.

 

The men staggered off, looking for another unsuspecting pretty girl in the abandoned cobblestone pathways. Their leader still laying on the ground, next to the lifeless body of the girl he had just killed. The boy got back to his feet. He would not let the girl rot in the streets where she had so violently met her end. He picked up the girl’s body, and staggered to the end of the pathway, where he found a single patch of dirt. With his bare hands he dug away at the ground, soft from the recent rains. As soon as he had made a crater large enough, the boy picked up the girl’s corpse once more. He buried her with the ghosts of the savages’ other victims dancing in the breeze.

Later in the years, the patch of dirt was left alone, seemingly forgotten. Eventually a treasure seeker, late in the night, dug up the patch of dirt, only to discover a pile of bones. He was unaware of the soul lost with those bones, unaware of the story behind her death. A small whispering voice in his mind told him to leave the past alone, so he covered the bones once more. A patch of dirt left alone by those of the city, hiding it’s tragedies forever more.