Just a story of a girl who witnesses something terrifying...*Should I continue?*
By the way, the first part was my attempt at a seven year olds point of view...
I heard my alarm go off and jumped out of bed. Today was my seventh birthday! It's September 17th of 2002. I walk to my dresser and look into my fishtank at the four goldfish, all named after my best friends. Mika, Linnea, Cat, and Jason. Jason is my brother, but he is my bestest friend too! I put on my purple butterfly shirt, black leggings, and my purple and pink ruffle skirt. Running downstairs I almost trip over our cat, Blue, and when I run into the kitchen I'm greeted by the most wonderfullest thing ever!!
Chocolate-chip homemade waffles with cookie dough icecream.
"Yummy!" I yell sitting at the table next to Jason, who has already eaten half of his waffle. Mom looks over from the sink and wishes me happy birthday.
"Happy birthday, Joey!" Jason said, looking up with icecream around his mouth. Some had dripped down his shirt onto his favorite pair of jeans, they didn't look like the kind boys in my class wore. Jasons jeans looked like they were a size too small, but he said they were made like that.
Speaking with a full mouth, I tryed to say 'Thank You' but it came out more like,
He laughed, and turned to mom;
"Imma take Joey to the park after school, is that okay mom?"
"Yes, Jason. Be back before 6!" she said, before grabbing her keys to go start the car, so it warmed up before we left for school.
"What are we gunna do at the park, Jason?" I look up from my waffle, staring at him.
"I wanted to show you something. It's a surprize!" he said excitedly, gulping down the last bit of his waffle. I follow suit and wipe the ice cream off my face with the back of my hand and run to grab my purple school bag. Walking out the door, I smile thinking about how amazing my life and family are.
Five years later.
Now that I think about it, it probably isn't very safe for a 12 year old to be walking around in a town like this at night. With a bag full of candy and a four pack of Monster in my hands, I continue walking down the street, on my way home to hang out and surprize Jason with all this sugar. I think back to my seventh birthday, about five and a half years ago now, when he took me to that clearing in the woods. We had been there just yesterday, him teaching me how to cross-multiply fractions and help with my other homework. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone laugh beside me. I slowly turned my head and saw Jason and his best friend Alex, passed out in the alley. I dropped my bags and ran over to them, Alex was half concious, and he reeked of alochol. That's when I saw it.
gun + blood + Alex breathing and NOT bleeding =
I turn my head, and as the metallic smell of blood mixed with alochol hit me,
My heart stopped beating.
I stopped breathing.
I didn't move.
I couldn't move.
I stared, at the lifeless body of my brother, blood blown across the ground. I turned heel, picked up what I dropped, and ran. I ran as far as I could, I didn't even pay attention to where I was going. When I finally did collapse, I looked around to see the familiar trees and bushes around me. Yet everything seemed...duller. I walked to the firepit, and grabbed the matches from a hole in the ground, lit one and threw it into the pile of logs in the pit. I sat, took out my phone and dialed the three digit number.
9-1-1, what's your emergency? A lady asked, too calm for my liking.
"Uhm, my brother...and his friend...I found them in the alley..." I tried to sputter out, silent tears still sliding down my cheeks.
Sweetie, where did you find them? What's your name?
"I-I'm Joanna....Reece. Joanna Reece. They..." I decide to suck it up and get to the point.
"I found them in the alley near the liquer store on East Ortega."
I hung up quickly. When my phone rang again, I didn't bother picking it up. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I zipped up my jacket, fully well knowing no one knew where I was, sat on the ground leaning against a tree. Silent tears escaped and slid down my face.
I wake with a start, looking around to see the glowing remains in the firepit, and look up to a bright sky. I check my phone for the time.
7:42 AM. 17 Missed calls. 9 New Text Messages
I didn't bother looking at them. A few calls from the calm lady, and a handful from my mom, I predict.
I stand, and look around for the candy and energy drinks I had been carrying. Once I spot everything, I pick it up, toss up the hood of my jacket, and start walking. I walk home, because where else is there to go?
I don't bother going through the door, I do not want questioned by my parents right now. I walk through the back gate and push open my always-unlocked basement-room window, and climb in. I set all the sugar down on the floor and change into a clean pair of jeans and lazily pull on a black pull-over sweatshirt.
I turn my phone off, and throw it under my bed. I rush over to my walk-in closent, and dig around the pile of shoe-boxes until I find the right one. I pick up the box, and walk to my bed, locking my door on the way.
Upon sitting down, I pick up the lid to reveal hundreds of pictures of Jason and I. I dig for the one picture, my favorite memory. When I finally find it, I stare at it, re-living the moment.
"Joey! Joey come here!!" He yelled to me, from across the playground. I sulkily make my way toward him from the swingset.
"What Jason? I was swinging!" I cry, crossing my arms and pouting. He grabbed my hand and lead me towards the trails in the woods.
"Whaddya doin'? Theres nuffin back here but..but...but SNAKES!" I said, fright in my voice.
"I'll protect you." was all he said.
It was the picture he took of us sitting on a fallen tree, in the middle of the woods. OUR woods. I lie down, hugging the piece of paper to my chest, and fall asleep sobbing.
Was it good? Terrible? Let me know if I should continue. (:
Thanks for reading(:
(oh, and obviously no one from MCR were in this first part, but the Way brothers are in the next!)