Everywhere You Look Two Shot chapter Uno (:
Cassie
Apr 16, 2010
Im so proud of myself. I posted a journal! Yay (: Cassie emailed me this last night. She says to enjoy!! ~Hannah
Everywhere You Look- Two Shot
Kind of a vey twisted and sick Cinderella story. Mwa haha :)
"Catch me if you can!" yelled my best friend, Bailey Marie. I chaced after her, and sprayed her with the hose. She laughed and fell.
"Gimme that hose, Josh. I'll get you!" she said through her giggles. I helped her up and we ran over to the swings. It was a pretty day at the park. South Park in San Francisco was right down the street from our duplex. Bailey Marie lived on one side, and me on the other. It was 1965, the summer I turned 17. Our childish games were what we did every day over the summer, like a tradition. Bailey Marie's mom stepped out on the porch of our house, banging a pot against a wooden spoon. She waved at me and ran to her.
"Ma, 10 more minutes!" she whined. I turned around to see a small, frail girl in a black dress, as if she were at a funeral. She had dull green eyes which showed no emotion. I waved, but she just stared at me with a blank expression. The wind ruffled her dark blonde hair. It was the only sound or movement. I swore she wasn't even breathing.
"What's your name?" I whispered.
"I don't have one." she seemed to snap back to life, her red lips moving in an old fashioned way. I stepped closer, and she stepped back. "I must go." she said. And before I knew it, she was gone.
I fell asleep that night thinking of the girl. I woke up around 2 am because of a clatter downstairs. I took my wooden base ball bat and crept out of bed and into my kitchen. There was a person standing next to the counter, facing away from me. I swung the bat, and the scariest thing happened. It went right through them. They turned, and it was the girl from the park. The lost look in her eyes was sad. I stepped forwards.
"Don't be scared. I'll get you something to eat." I whispered, my voice trembling. She put her hand on top of mine, but I didn't feel anything. She was kind of shiny, translucent even. I got her a popsicle. Bailey Marie's favorite. I was surprised when she held it firmly in her hand.
"My name's Josh. You've got to have a name." I asked. She looked at the black counter.
"They used to call me Hayley." she smiled at the memory. Her voice was pretty when she spoke at a normal level. "Does a name expire?" she asked. I laughed quietly.
"I don't think so." I answered. I looked at her. Her eyes seemed hollow. "Who are you?" I asked.
"My name was Hayley. My father remarried to an okay woman, but her son Chad was wretched! He hit me and pushed me, and much worse things." Hayley's voice trailed off. I could only imagine what Chad had done.
"When was this?" I inquired.
"October 1901." she whispered. I gasped. She looked younger than Bailey Marie, who was 18 but had a baby face. She looked at me.
"I should leave. I have miles to walk before I can get where I need to be. Miles to go before I sleep." she stood up. She had just quoted Robert Frost, a poem I loved. I looked at the counter for a split second, then looked up. Hayley was gone.
Do you guys like it?? I thought I would but I actually hate itt....
Everywhere You Look- Two Shot
Kind of a vey twisted and sick Cinderella story. Mwa haha :)
"Catch me if you can!" yelled my best friend, Bailey Marie. I chaced after her, and sprayed her with the hose. She laughed and fell.
"Gimme that hose, Josh. I'll get you!" she said through her giggles. I helped her up and we ran over to the swings. It was a pretty day at the park. South Park in San Francisco was right down the street from our duplex. Bailey Marie lived on one side, and me on the other. It was 1965, the summer I turned 17. Our childish games were what we did every day over the summer, like a tradition. Bailey Marie's mom stepped out on the porch of our house, banging a pot against a wooden spoon. She waved at me and ran to her.
"Ma, 10 more minutes!" she whined. I turned around to see a small, frail girl in a black dress, as if she were at a funeral. She had dull green eyes which showed no emotion. I waved, but she just stared at me with a blank expression. The wind ruffled her dark blonde hair. It was the only sound or movement. I swore she wasn't even breathing.
"What's your name?" I whispered.
"I don't have one." she seemed to snap back to life, her red lips moving in an old fashioned way. I stepped closer, and she stepped back. "I must go." she said. And before I knew it, she was gone.
I fell asleep that night thinking of the girl. I woke up around 2 am because of a clatter downstairs. I took my wooden base ball bat and crept out of bed and into my kitchen. There was a person standing next to the counter, facing away from me. I swung the bat, and the scariest thing happened. It went right through them. They turned, and it was the girl from the park. The lost look in her eyes was sad. I stepped forwards.
"Don't be scared. I'll get you something to eat." I whispered, my voice trembling. She put her hand on top of mine, but I didn't feel anything. She was kind of shiny, translucent even. I got her a popsicle. Bailey Marie's favorite. I was surprised when she held it firmly in her hand.
"My name's Josh. You've got to have a name." I asked. She looked at the black counter.
"They used to call me Hayley." she smiled at the memory. Her voice was pretty when she spoke at a normal level. "Does a name expire?" she asked. I laughed quietly.
"I don't think so." I answered. I looked at her. Her eyes seemed hollow. "Who are you?" I asked.
"My name was Hayley. My father remarried to an okay woman, but her son Chad was wretched! He hit me and pushed me, and much worse things." Hayley's voice trailed off. I could only imagine what Chad had done.
"When was this?" I inquired.
"October 1901." she whispered. I gasped. She looked younger than Bailey Marie, who was 18 but had a baby face. She looked at me.
"I should leave. I have miles to walk before I can get where I need to be. Miles to go before I sleep." she stood up. She had just quoted Robert Frost, a poem I loved. I looked at the counter for a split second, then looked up. Hayley was gone.
Do you guys like it?? I thought I would but I actually hate itt....
