Shadow of Aris

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Silence crept into the night and cold air swept through the sun faded curtains of an open window as Aris lay on her bed with the anticipation of seeing it again. She remembered at times when she was a child she wondered how it followed her. Then she discovered it was when light was hidden from it. At times when light could go no further, that’s when it would descend upon the cold earth.

But now, she was waiting on her grandmother’s death bed. Yes. Her grandmother had died in that bed roughly three years prior. Aris still smelled the musty scent her dead grandmother left on that yellow stained mattress. And she hated her for it. I’m glad she died worthless wench. Aris hated her grandmother, she tried to claim to be Aris’s mother, but Aris would have no part in it. Her mother and father died when she was young, leaving Aris to her grandmother.

The strict, hard-nosed Nazi that needed to be killed. But anyways, back to the waiting game. Waiting for that peculiar ghostly shadow that makes its way into Aris’s room every night. She thought of naming it. Peter pan. Hah! Like peter pans shadow… But little did she know there was more to this “shadow” than what she liked to admit.

Aris was sixteen now, living alone in the two-story barn house her Great-grandfather built many years before. There was a creepiness to the place that Aris had yet to find out, but she was too sick in the head to pay much attention to that. If it’s haunted, then maybe I will be able to talk to more than just myself… more than just the demons in my head aha! Aris was normal she thought. She didn’t find herself any different than the other teenage girls that would cut themselves. They do it for the game of attention. I do it for my friends called demons. They relieve me of my black soul.

Well here it was 11:36pm, and the shadow had yet to appear in the window like she was used to. Where the he-… her words cut short as she realized the shadow was in bed with her. Right next to her. Well, haven’t you just made yourself at home? Truth is, the shadow had become so much a part of her life, and any time without the shadow seemed odd.

She relied on the shadow to lead her, and guide her feet. She no longer controlled the shadow, and no longer the shadow stood behind her afraid of the sun. The shadow was her light, and the shadow was more than just a dark spot on the ground, it controlled her. The shadow was a representation of her life. It slowly progressed over time and slowly grew, slowly became darker, slowly became… her. And now she was here. Sleeping with this monster shadow she liked to call Peter Pan… The shadow that became her friend. Her Saviour. Her home.

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The Haunting Of Longwood (Part 6)

“Good morning mom. I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of the night, but I’m serious I saw hi-” Eve was cut off by her mother Lori, and grew more and more upset. “Eve there’s no possible way that happened. It’s not possible. It was in the middle of the night, and you yourself said that you had a dream of him before you woke up to…This… Hallucination.”
“mom! You weren’t there! It was Drew! I…I…touched him…Mom you have to believe me! Please. You are all i have left…”eves father had unexpectedly walked out on Lori just after Eve got married. Lori was just now getting used to being alone. “Eve… I… You have Asia. Not just me. I’m sorry, but this is too much for me… This soon after what happened… It is normal for you to see things on that medicine.”
“Mom, I haven’t been taking it.”
“…why?”
“Because I have a fear of becoming addicted to it. But that doesn’t matter. I saw what I saw. And if you don’t believe me… Then… Forget it.
“Bye mom. I need to get Asia breakfast.”
“Eve”- click
Lori swore. Eve had hung up.


As tired as Odile was, she couldn’t fall asleep easy. After seeing a ghost, much less the ghost of the innocent creature she murdered… It was beginning to actually scare her. The surreal ness of this ghost she’d seen was the cause of the extreme adrenaline rush racing in through her insides. She kept replay the same scene in her mind of Drew pointing to the playground and begging something. Was that a harbinger of something? She continuously thought. Odile was taking a shower and trying to push her vivid replays of the night prior. She didn’t know what route to take now, being that her “plan A” didn’t work. She didn’t consider thinking of a “plan B”. Now she was stuck. She got out of the shower and got ready to go out. Out to Longwood.


“Asia! Hurry up if you want to go to the park!” Eve exclaimed as she put her brown suede boots on. She had promised Asia to take her to the park, and she was finally following through after making the promise four weeks before. That was one small tree Eve had always had. Procrastinating. But after Drew’s death, it was harder than pulling teeth to take Asia alone. Going to the park was a family tradition every Saturday. Her, Asia, and Drew. It was perfect. But since his death, it has been difficult breaking that habitual activity of walking to the neighborhood park as a trio. But now it would be just her and Asia. She didn’t want to go. But she didn’t want to be the kind if mother that let her own will supersede her child’s more than fitting her wants. Eve’s desires came after Asia’s. Just like when Eve was growing up. Her mother was the perfect mother in her eyes. Lori sacrificed so much for others. But she especially favored Eve, over everything and everyone. I wonder if I was a selfish girl growing up… Or if I am now…? Eve thought as she was putting Asia’s beautiful long brown hair in two braids. “Are you ready? Got everything?”
“Yes mommy.” Asia’s face brightened. She had always enjoyed the little neighborhood park. No matter how small it was, the best part of the park to Asia was the little hill she rolled down. Eve always searched for ant mounds, preventing Asia from having bites. “Alright then, let’s do this.” God help me…
Eve asked God to rid herself of anxiety. Going without Drew for the first time was harder than she imagined. She was about to start her car, when she realized she didn’t have her keys. “Be right back Asia, I forgot the keys. Stay put.”
“Yes mommy.” Asia said in an angelic voice. Asia truly was pure, in every way. Drew picked a good name for you, Asia Eve thought. She got inside and saw the keys on the foyer shelf.
She reached for them, but froze. She saw it again. The thing. The blueish transparent ghost. Drew. “Oh my God!”
She was about to run outside to her car to get her phone to call her mother, but saw Drew motioning something. “What?”
He was pointing outside somewhere, and appeared to be begging something. “What is it Drew…” Eve was about to step closer, but she heard the door open. Asia was impatient sometimes, and was wondering where the devil her mother was. “Mommy?”
Eve in a flash positioned herself so Asia couldn’t see the Casper she was hiding. “What sweetie, didn’t I say to stay put?!” Eve said in a nervous tone. “Sorry mommy, what are you doing?” Asia caught on that Eve was hiding something and she peeked her head around Eve, hoping to see the surprised she was hiding. After all Christmas was right around the corner. “Asia! Stop!” Asia stopped immediately and tears began to run down her cheeks. “I’m sorry honey, I… I’m sorry…” Eve never yelled at Asia. Never. Eve turned around, and Drew was gone. “Daddy” Asia pointed the direction he was in seconds before. “Where honey?” Asia continued to point and tell her what she saw, but Eve dismissed it. Hoping Asia wouldn’t remember this. “Are you ready to go to the park?”
Asia hesitated, but said yes.


Asia quickly forgot about the sighting less than an hour before. She currently was sitting in the sand box playing with her Barbie and stuffed animals she brought. Eve didn’t like the idea of bringing her daughters toys, but in the end Asia won. As Asia was playing Eve was reading Ted Dekker’s Skin. As interesting and intense the book was, Eve was extremely tired, because of the last night. She didn’t want to think of the ghost. She quickly pushed the horrid thought out of her mind. She started dozing off. But fought it. She had been fighting her drowsiness for about 30 minutes now. But she finally gave up the fight. And she was gone. Gone in dreamland. Hopefully not to dream of… That thing.

The Haunting Of Longwood (Part 5)

1 week later…

The week was long and hard. Eve didn’t go a night without crying herself to sleep. She didn’t leave the house. If Lori hadn’t come over every day, Asia may not have had a bath or much of anything. Eve was truly helpless. Eve was in a dystopia. Here it was twelve days after Drew’s death, and Eve somehow got through it. She was about to go to bed when she decided to go check on Asia. She was about to open Asia’s door, but paused, as she noticed a car parked down the street. A black 2008 Honda Accord was parked in front of the foreclosed home. I’ve never seen that car before, she thought. Maybe they are looking at the home… No. Not at 10 o’clock at night. Not this late. They must be at a neighbor’s house. She let roll right off of her. She walked in Asia’s purple room. She and Drew excitedly renovated the room immediately when they found out Eve was pregnant. Asia was playing with her doll and stuffed animals. Asia was truly a beautiful girl. With her rosy, red cheeks and red lips, with dark blue eyes and the long locks of dark brown hair, she definitely took after her mother. “Asia honey, it’s time for bed.” Asia pushed her toys off to the floor and crawled under the sheets. Eve leaned in to kiss her goodnight, plugged in her nightlight and switched off her lamp. “Mommy, where is da da?” Asia said, in a quiet voice. “Daddy is in Heaven sweetie. He is in a very happy place and one day you will too. But we need to go to bed. Tomorrow you are going to Aunt Jodie’s house.”

“Yay!” Asia exclaimed “Goodnight Asia, love you.”

“Good night mommy. Wuv you too.”

Eve played a cassette taped that audibly read the story of ‘Peter Pan’; it only lasted two hours so she put it on replay. Now for my bedtime… For the first time in two weeks Eve went to bed with a calmness and peace that she almost forgot existed.


Odile waited four hours after seeing the lights go out. She slipped out of her car without shutting the door, and silently walked to the house. The house had many windows, but climbing in and out of a window didn’t sound easy; much less with something in your hands…

She walked around to the back door. Luckily the fence wasn’t secured. She watched her every step, being that she couldn’t see anything. Although, Odile could make out a circular object on the ground that appeared to be a Frisbee. But never mind that, she had business to handle. It was very dark and it was a new moon so that didn’t help much. She got to the back door and before she touched the handle, she heard a noise. It sounded like talking. A female voice. Eve’s voice. Odile knew she couldn’t panic. That’s how disaster would happen. Being seen would ruin everything. But if she was seen by Eve, she could just slit her throat right then, and finish her off. Problem solved, right? No. Problem not solved. Eve needed to suffer.

Just like me Odile thought, with a menacing face. Eve’s voice stopped in what sounded like the middle of a sentence. Odile needed to leave. And fast. Odile started to head back the way she came from when a large black cat ran out in front of her, clearly startled. Odile thought she might have left her DNA in the spot she stood in. But luckily her bladder had been emptied a few hours prior and she didn’t drink any fluids, for fear of slowing down her plot. She pushed on, adrenaline now rushing through her veins. She got past the fence and to the front yard and froze. She made eye contact with… Drew? “Oh my God… That can’t be real…” she was flabbergasted at the sight. The seven bullet holes. The bloody police vest. She blinked, thinking she was seeing things. But he didn’t disappear. Instead he started walking towards her. Is he gonna kill me?!? She panicked. She ran faster that she’d run in all her life to her car. But he kept following her, the faster she went the faster he went. She got in her car and without considering the slam of her car door, slammed it shut, and started her car. She put the petal to the metal screeching her tires she was out of there in a flash. She got to the outside of the neighborhood and pulled off to the side of the rode. She was shaking uncontrollably. She looked around paranoid of Drew’s ghost she had just seen, and noticed a small neighborhood park. It had a simple slide, three swings, and few other small features. But what caught Odile’s attention, was the hill next to the playground. She pictured kids rolling down it and getting fire ants all over their bodies…she giggled. I humor myself. I’m so evil…haha. She would’ve laughed more but noticed a familiar sight she had seen not even two minutes ago. Drew’s ghost was back. And coming at her with more speed and power. She started to drive off but not before he reached the car door. She was frozen and horrified, but yet curious… She stopped breathing. He had gone completely through the car. He was now sitting in the passenger seat. She waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He just pointed to the playground, and appeared to be pleading something. He didn’t make a peep. She couldn’t make out what his dead lips were wording. “I don’t understand you” she impatiently said. She surprised herself with how cold and calloused she was to the man she murdered. But she didn’t care. Obviously Drew wasn’t gonna hurt her, so now that she knew she was fine she wanted to go home and go to bed. The plans that she had had for over a month had been ruined because of Eve being awake. Why was she even up? He motioned to the playground and swung his hands left and right as to say “no” or “don’t”. She didn’t really understand but noticed his transparent figure disappearing. She blinked and he was gone. She didn’t think anything of what he tried to tell her. She left and drove to her house, thinking about going to a warm comfortable bed. Another time Eve, another time…

The Haunting Of Longwood (Part 4)

5 Days later…
It was raining and the Eve was on her way to the funeral. Her mother Lori agreed to take Asia for a week or until Eve got back to normal. Of course that wouldn’t happen. Drew was gone. Eve loved him with everything she had. Eve turned the radio on and the beautiful sound of Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” danced in the air. Usually she would find it relaxing. But not today.
Not ever. Because her Drew wasn’t there. She began to sob softly, as tears flowed down her face, to her beautiful purple dress. Drew bought the dress on their third anniversary. “It is my favorite” he had said. Her vision blurred and she knew she need to get a hold of herself and be strong. Not only for her, but for Asia. Asia needed someone to be there for her. Eve drove another 15 minutes before pulling into the dinky parking lot of the Bethesda Funeral Home. She checked her makeup and hair, and perfected it. She wanted to look best for her husband’s corpse. She turned away from her reflection on the car window, and began walking to the old, dilapidated, depressing building. By the entrance stood her Aunt Josie and Uncle Steve. They were dressed in all black. Drew hates black, she thought. She smiled as she passed them and she purposed to make no eye contact with anyone for fear of someone talking to her. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Lori. She saw her mom and little Asia. “Mommy!” Asia yelled rapping her little arms around her mother’s neck. Eve hugged her back. “Hi sweetie.” she faked a smile. Asia didn’t move. She clung to her mother. Eve closed her eyes as the ceremony began. Oh God, help me…

Part 3 The Haunting Of Longwood

Three years later…

“Asia! Come here please!”
Asia was almost three now, and full of energy. She had escaped to the backyard and was running through the piles of crunchy leaves that covered the ground. It was a small fenced in backyard. There was a Maple tree in the center of the yard with a play set to the left corner and a shed to the right corner. The yard was littered with Frisbees and balls as if they owned a dog. But after all the recent dog attacks, Drew and Eve decided they didn’t want one. “Asia!! Where are you?! Come here!”
Knowing that her playtime had come to a halt Asia ran around the tree and hid. But not before Eve saw her. If it wasn’t for the fact that Asia was so cute, Eve would have probably been mad at her disobedience. Eve snuck up to the tree just as Asia popped her head around. They looked at each other for a full two seconds before Asia started to run off, but didn’t get far before Eve grabbed her arm, snatched her, and raised her to the sky. Rrriiiiinnnggg. The phone. Eve ran inside with Asia on her hip and answered. “Hello?”
It was a deep gravelly voice that sent a shiver down her spine. “Hello. Is this Eve Parke?”
“Who is this?” she set Asia in a play pin.
“I am Officer Tracy Willow, and I am calling to… um… inform you that uh… ma’am there has been a… accident.”
Eve was already worrying. Drew was an officer and worked with other officers, of course, but he had never mentioned this “Tracy” figure. She cleared her groggy throat and said “Is everything alright?” His voice sounded shaky this time. “Mrs. Parke, for no apparent reason, your husband has been shot.” The words sliced through her stomach and bound her organs together. “Excuse me?!?” Eve heard what he said but what was she to say? “Is he okay?!?” she exclaimed.
“Ma’am the shots were fired by an unidentified suspect and they were… fatal.” he paused to let it sink in. “He is dead.”
“What?!? Where were his Backup?!?”
“Mrs. they were all there. All five died and before any more help could be called, and the gunman was gone… If there is anythin-“ click. She hung up. She didn’t even notice her daughter wining in the background. Her beloved husband that had sacrificed everything and gave his heart to her was… gone. Or was he? Was this real? Certainly he couldn’t be gone. The daily routine of making Folger Breakfast Blend coffee, ironing Drew’s pants and softly kissing him before he left… She’d forgotten the dangers of a police officer. The habitual pattern replayed in her mind. Did she tell him she loved him this morning before he left? Her head was spinning and she felt uneasy. Yep. She knew it. She rushed to the bathroom flipped the toilet lid and hurled that mornings breakfast into the blue water. Her head started throbbing. Her throat burned as a big ball formed. She noticed her breathing stopped. She began hyperventilating and panicking. Drew was dead.


The neighborhood looked nice. Made up of quaint homes, most with the stereotypical picket fences. The yards were well groomed with green grass and colorful plants. There it was… The small, yellow, cottage style home, that was home to Eve and Drew Parke, well, now it was just Eve. For Drew’s gut had swallowed seven bullets earlier that day. Why seven? Because that’s the number of completion, right? Well, that didn’t matter. What mattered now was what would happen in exactly two weeks. That’s when the torture would began.

Part 2 The Haunting Of Longwood (Short Story)

“We will need pink party streamers-”
“No!! Purple, Drew! Not pink!?!”
“Oh! Excuse me, purple streamers.” Drew’s wife, Eve, quickly corrected him before he made the dreadful mistake of directing her mother to get the God forsaken pink streamers. “Okay. That will be fine… Alright, we will see you then… Alright… You too, goodbye Lori.” Drew was getting things ready for the baby shower that had been put off too long. The baby shower was that evening and, the baby was due the next day. Talk about procrastination. “I’m sorry, Drew, I don’t mean to yell, but how many time do I need to tell you I absolutely can’t stand-”
“Pink, I know…” Drew had to interrupt otherwise Eve might have turned another stupid subject into an hour long conversation.
But the silence that followed the interjection quickly made Drew regret cutting her off.
“Sorry honey, I am just a little stressed.” With her hormones constantly off balance, I think I can snap every once in a while! Drew thought.
“It’s okay dear, I understand”
Of course you do!! Drew noticed his hateful thoughts and took a deep breath. “Well, we better get ready to go”, Eve said, changing the subject. “Okay.”


The baby shower wasn’t as big as expected. But everything was purple! Purple balloons, purple presents, purple table cloths, everything was purple. Eve and Drew decided to do the shower at a friend’s neighborhood clubhouse. The building was very generic and plain – A square building with two windows on either side of the only door. But the biggest disappointment was that there was no bathroom. Oh wait, there was an outhouse outside about 50 yards away by the neighborhood park. Oh well, guess the people would have to either enjoy the springtime air or hold their bladder. “Oh my! What a great idea!” Eve said as she unwrapped the gift. It was a wrap mothers used to carry their baby on their front. She opened many gifts but came to an abrupt stop when- “Ahh!!” she screamed. Everyone practically jumped out of their seats. She immediately apologized for her outburst and went back to unwrapping the gifts while talking with the ladies. Throughout the entire shower she had had several contractions, but this most recent one had been such a sharp pain! She was about to open Aunt Josie’s gift when she froze. She looked as though she might faint. The color in her face left her and she looked panicked. Her water broke.


Luckily the hospital was right around the corner. After being rushed to the hospital the baby was born in less than two hours. As Eve lay in the hospital bed, Drew was holding the sleeping beauty. He looked at Eve hoping she was awake. She was. Good.

“So what do you want to name her?” Drew asked. “Amethyst Rosetta. What do you have in mind?” Drew raised an eyebrow.
“Because I love purple and I like the idea of naming a girl after a flower.” she explained. His face didn’t change.
“So what do you want to name her?”
He thought for a minute and said, “Asia.” He paused a moment before continuing. “I don’t know about a middle name, I haven’t really thought on it.”
“Why Asia?” she asked.
“I heard it means pure, and I like it…” he looked at the little baby and smiled. The baby started to move a little. Must be food time. Drew got up and handed the baby girl to Eve.
“How about Asia Rosetta?” Eve said. Drew smiled and gave his wife a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love it.” So her name was Asia Rosetta Parke.

Part 1 The Haunting Of Longwood (Short Story)

THE HAUNTING OF LONGWOOD

Odile Censura always wanted a baby girl. She remembered growing up with her best friend Eve and they would talk for hours about having children in the future. She also remembered that she was always welcomed at Eve’s house. Good thing. Because sometimes her father Charlie was often in a drunk stupor. Charlie was a marine at one time, and was an amazing person, until her mother Mildred left him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. He loved Mildred and did everything for her. Yeah, so he lost his left leg in war, so what, that couldn’t possibly be the reason she left without as much as a goodbye. He was always wondering what he did wrong, which was the cause of his chronic anxiety. But no matter, he would fix his depression through drinking and sleeping pills. Until he died. Poor Odile… No family. Although her father was always drunk and lost in space, she still loved him. And hated her mother for not even showing at his funeral. It’s kind of good that she didn’t, Odile might have had to just slit her throat for leaving her and her father. But it all went away when she was with Eve. It was a perfect friendship, and they argued very seldom. Odile remembered when she and Eve went to college and pursued their dream of sharing a dorm together! Odile loved Eve, and Eve loved her… ’til she gave her love to someone else. Drew Parke was his name. Perfect body, and very handsome. They were the perfect couple, both were very attractive. She always envied Eve’s natural beauty. She was a beautiful flawless ivory-skinned girl with sapphire eyes and long, wavy, dark brown hair. Eve was also tall and slender, but yet curvy. She never did let her model type body and good looks go to her head though. Odile was a mutt compared to Eve. She had the acne, the pale ugly skin, and the ugliest chartreuse eyes, and the wiry, kinky, red hair. Why couldn’t she be beautiful? All of her life she had felt unloved and insecure with herself. Her mother didn’t want her and apparently neither did any of the guys at the university. Nobody wanted her. Eve did! She thought. That’s right, Eve DID… Before she met him. And she hated him for that. All she ever wanted in life was love, to be loved, to have love. Oh she loved some, but they never loved her. Otherwise they wouldn’t have left her… But that will all change soon enough, she thought to herself as she sipped her daily morning coffee, thinking about her plans later that day…

The Haunting Of Longwood (Synopsis)

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Her name is Eve. She grew up in a small city called Longwood, fell in love and got married, and had a child. A baby girl, named Asia. Before the baby was even 3 years old, her father died, leaving Eve and Asia alone. When things couldn’t have gotten any worse, Asia goes missing. Eve desperately searched for her daughter five years, before giving up and committing suicide. Its has been 70 years since and reported sightings of her ghost have been made every year the night Asia went missing. But the legendary ghost of Eve that people anxiously talk about, seeks revenge on the city in which her daughter Asia went missing…. Longwood

Finding James (Short Story – completed)

Short Story: Finding James
Finding James (Part 1)
Debris surrounded the home. What was left of the home, anyway. The whole suburb had been leveled, with few survivors. Of the survivors was a girl named Carly. Carly and her family; which consisted of her, her mother Anne and older brother, Josh. Her father and youngest sister had been crushed under the stubble of their fallen home. They all knew the time would come when a foreign country would attack. But why now? Carly wondered as she pushed pieces of brick off her bloodied legs. Her mother whimpered as stood. Dusty from limb to limb. Carly just stared in the distance thinking of her friend. His name was James, and she had known him her whole life. She always had deep feelings for him, but he never seemed to noticed. Carly relented the fact that James had been in and out of relationships because he just wanted love. She wanted to just scream in his face that she loved him, but she wasnt like that. He needed to come to her. But now that the whole neighborhood seemed to be flattened she couldn’t help but think about looking for him. Her mother would never allow it. She wasnt allowed to ever go off by herself, why now? But she was about to. Carly walked over to her brother. He looked at her, face dirty as if he was in a coal mine. ”I am going to look for James, keep mom safe.” As Carly began to walk off Josh grabbed her arm. ”Where do you think you’re going? Do you not realize what happened?” Carly was taken off-guard by his response. Usually he was the one who disobeyed their mom’s wishes to fulfill his desires. Carly had always respected her parents, and she never flirted with anything that her parents wouldn’t approve of. Now here she was, for the first time planning to disobey, and Josh was going to stop her? ”I need to see if he is alright, and i know that mom won’t be ok with it, but i will be fine. Just leave me be, and keep mom calm.” Josh let go of her arm. ”be careful” he replied. Carly hugged him, looked in the distance, and started off to find James.
Finding James (Part 2)
The sky was overcast and it started to rain. Carly hated being rained on, but it was the last thing on her mind. She stepped on something and realized it was her neighbor, Mr. Wellington. He was never nice to her. She remembered when she was a kid she accidentally kicked a soccer ball into his yard, and he practically reamed her for it. But she still had respect for the dead. She regretted not seeing where she was walking, and stepped over him, to continued her journey, but noticed a noise. It was a cry. A man’s cry. she began following the noise, and found where it was coming from. Underneath a wall from a house. Carly couldn’t walk away, but didn’t know what to do. she walked around the square and saw an opening. ”Hello?” the crying stopped. ”Please help me!” She recognized the voice. it was the psychotic man who lived around the corner. He reached his hand out from under the wall. ”Pull me!” Carly reached for him and grabbed his arm. His hand was swollen and purple. obviously broken. ”AHHH!” he screamed. ”I’m sorry” it was all Carly could say as she dragged him out. As more and more of his body became visible she wondered how he was still breathing. His legs, from his knees down, were completely severed, and the rest was swollen and gory. The man whimpered and gritted his teeth in pain. Carly knew he wouldn’t live much longer. his blood loss was too great. She saw in the distance was a metal spear-shaped pole, and she knew what to do. rather than walk off leaving the poor man to suffer, she would make it easier on him. ”Just close your eyes. It will be okay.” the man followed her directions, and sniffled. Carly grabbed the metal shard and walked over to lunge it in his heart. blood spewed out and the man took one final breath before going limp.
Finding James (part 3)
Carly had walked over three miles, and James only lived a mile away. she had spent hours looking under all the piles of brick. Everything seemed surreal. Like a war scene of a sci-fi movie. Carly noticed out of her peripheral James’s car. it was overturned and crunched in. She ran over to it to see if he might be in it. Of all the damage done to the car, The windows hadn’t been broken completely. Without thinking, Carly punched the driver window in. She winced in pain as the glass shards gashed her wrist open. She ignored the pain and looked in the car to see James not conscience. Carly reached in and clinched his arm and began to drag him out. Blood was all over him. His nose appeared to be broken and his forehead was cut deeply. The blood had already dried, making it easier on Carly’s stomach. The sight of blood made her uneasy. She felt for his pulse and it was still beating. Breathing a sigh of relief she began shaking him softly trying to wake him up. He squinted his eyes and reached for the gash on his head. ”Carly? What happened?” He sat up. ”I’m not sure. I think we have been attacked.” A look of panic grew on his face ”ATTACKED?! By like a foreign country??” Carly was just as surprised as he was, but she had seen the results of the bombing for a few hours. ”Yes. It hasn’t quite set in with me yet, but it has happened and all we can do now is find shelter. Are you ok? can you walk?” Carly was relieved that James was alive and now she had to go back to her mother and brother. ”Well I think I look worse than i actually am. God definitely has mercy on me.” Carly smiled. ”Well, then how ’bout we look for your parents?” James was just happy he was alive. He felt so selfish that he didn’t even think about if his parents were ok. The last thing he remembered was pulling up the driveway of his home, and his parents hadn’t yet gotten home from their work. He said a quick prayer that they were still alive. ”Is your family ok?” Carly was the type that when something devastating happened she would panic at first, but then push away the facts of reality. Her coping mechanism was oblivion. She refused to believe that her father and siblings were gone. She looked away with glossy eyes, and took a deep breath. ”I left my mom and my brother to come find you. I need to go back.” James knew that she was hiding pain. He walked over to her and hugged her from behind. Carly turned and buried her face into his chest, and began sobbing. James started to cry with her. He loved her with all his being, and hated to see her in pain. ”I will go through this with you, Carly. All the way till the end.” Carly looked him in the eyes and he leaned in to kiss her gently. ”I love you James. More than I can explain.” James smiled. ”I love you too, Carly. I can’t imagine life without you.” They kissed again and parted ways. James went on the search for his parents, and Carly went back to her remaining family.

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