Hey, this is a short story I wrote a while ago... I was wondering weather to turn it into a book or not. Give me your thoughts... thanks :D
CherrySocks
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******THE POWER OF LOVE*******
As I stumbled through my street, tears of sadness and loss streaming down my face, I thought of the home I might never see again. The friends I would never grow up with. The family that not only had one empty chair at meal times, but now two. I cried for the loss of my little sister, my troubles and the pain inflicted by the hand of someone unknown. Well for better... or worse tonight I would find the thing behind my deepest nightmare.
The cold stung at my fingertips and slithered up my spine, making a shiver run all the way down to my toes. I looked up hoping to see the stars but was rewarded with a thick, grey, swirling fog. I took a deep breath that did nothing to slow the racing of my heart, or the fear surging in my stomach. One more street and I would be at the meeting point, once there I could not return. I forced my feet to take a step, then another until I was at the beginning of the bridge. The place where my sisters barely recognisable body had been found. I couldn’t help myself wondering if my fate would end up to be the same as my sisters. I swallowed back fresh tears and carried on walking until I was on the other side of the bridge. There was no one there just a suffocating blackness, a surrounding darkness.
Then came a shrill cry breaking through the night and I felt the vibrating of my phone. I froze fearing what would come next like all the other times, a tap on the window, a scream that only I could hear, the whisper of my name? But nothing came, not a single noise or movement. I slowly slipped my fingers into my pocket and brought out the single item that had started it all. I held my breath as I opened my newly received message, “want to join your sister, do you?” I could hear how the persons’ voice would sound, cocky and arrogant, with no intention of hearing my answer. The message triggered a memory and I was sucked into the past…
“Nice little home you’ve got there” it had said “, shame it didn’t do anything to save your sister. Do you what to know what really happened to her instead of all the lies there feeding you? Now put down her little pink top, that won’t help you. Come outside and meet me in the park, if you really loved your sister you would come.” I blinked coming back to reality and looked around at my surroundings, my memory only making me even more determined.
Ok, I must be smart and not give away my feelings after all to someone this is just a game. There is no point in replying to the message as from experience I know I shall get no reply. But then what do I do? Are they watching me now? Probably. I turn in of full circle trying to detect the slightest of sounds or movement, but find nothing. My phone screeched once again and I opened the message both eager and hesitant “Follow the dead girls path. Follow the dead girls’ path. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the dead girls’ path.” It was to the same tune from the Wizard of Oz, my sisters favourite song. Could it be a coincidence? No, there are no coincidences. My sister had been targeted and brutally murdered and it was no mistake.
What did this message mean, was I to follow my sisters actions of THAT day? With no better idea I headed down to the west side of the park the place where my sister had been spotted last. It was silent too silent, almost as if the air itself was holding its breath and I held my breath with it. I pondered for a moment longer then a flash of red caught my eye, making me step back in fright. I let out my breath it was only a piece of clothing, then I froze it was hers. Her red scarf the one she had been wearing but was never found. It flapped in the wind as if pointing into the forest of trees surrounding the park. It was a sign I was sure of it and without a doubt in my head I moved towards my only clue.
I hesitated at the mouth of the forest, was this really wise? I mean how could I help I’ll probably only make things worse. No,I have to do this; I have to know the truth, I thought looking into the depths of the forest. I know my parents didn’t tell me of my sister’s murder to protect me, but I still have the right to know. I asked and pleaded for answers but all I was rewarded with was more questions. The only reason I even knew she was murdered was because of my own snooping around it seems I’m going to have to find out everything for myself. I loved her as much as my own life, I’d do anything to have her back… but that will never happen. My sister is dead and nothing can change it. My body was swept over with an emotionless, numb feeling that I had become accustomed to. I would find her murderer, I would make her proud, and without another thought I walked into the belly of the beast.
After what seemed like hours of walking I stopped and looked for any other clues, but there was none. This can’t be right; I’m lost, cold and still no closer to finding anything of my sisters. I slumped to the wet, muddy ground too tired to care and let a single tear steam down my face. With all traces of adrenalin and my sister gone I wondered what I was to do next, I didn’t know my way home and couldn’t bring myself to call my parents. I squeezed my eyes shut and wondered what I had been thinking almost every day, why me, why my sister? Sure we weren’t angels, but we weren’t bad enough to deserve this. No one is.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I could feel myself being moved from the ground. My eyes shot open and I let a loud scream rip out from my throat, but immediately stopped when I saw who the figure besides me was. It was my little sister, but at the same time a stranger. Her eyes held a hard edge and looked way to serious for her child like features. She enveloped me into a hug and whispered in a dead broken voice “run”. I just sat in silence enjoying the presence of my sister, who I had missed so much, not listening to her warning. I didn’t know how it was possible but she was here and I would not let her go. I closed my eyes in contempt but was shortly shaken making me open my eyes, she gave me a pleading look before screeching in an inhuman gargle “RUN!”
I was running, running for my life. From what? I did not know, but I was in no hurry to find out. My breathing became laboured and my muscles burned in protest as I forced them to move faster. I didn’t look back even when I heard footsteps in my pursuit, I just carried on running with the beating of my heart increasing. I could see the clearing I was nearly free, but in my haste I tripped. I tried to get back up but pain shot up my leg giving me no option other than collapsing back to the floor. I turned to see my pursuer gaining ground and prepaid myself for the worst. I covered my eyes as I waited for my death but it never came. I peeked through my fingers and saw my sister mouth three single words “I’m so sorry”, before throwing herself at the hooded person standing before me. Blood pounded in my ears as I let myself slip into darkness.
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I don’t know what happened that night or even what was real, but one thing I now realise is that the world is not what it seems. There are things that can’t be explained, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. I may be left with questions and worries but there is one thing I am sure of, one thing alone that I refuse to forget and that is my sister saved my life.
Thanks for reading!!!
CherrySocks
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