Thursday, September 16, 2010

All Those Stories

Prologue-
As I was walking I felt a light breeze, and instinctively turned around as fast as I could, but it was to late. The stranger was holding my friend hugging her. I didn't believe him when he said that they knew each other because I have never met him and he was holding her like he was going to kidnap her. I asked Marissa if she knew him and she slowly nodded her head yes. Finally, the boy let her go and later that night she tells me her story, so this is Marissa's Story.

Marissa's story
Today was the first time I have seen since I was seven years old. He was my best friend when I was little until that one night. We were only 12 years old, just hanging out as always when suddenly he turned me around and there he was standing there glaring at me. He thought that I have told his secret, but I really didn't! He thought I have told the person he should've told in the first place, Abigail. Abigail was his step mother. Somebody killed his real mother. Yes, it was him. He got really mad at her and he knew just where his father had hidden the gun. When his father came home the gun was loaded back in the correct place and there was a note on the counter that said something along the lines of Mom, I will be home around 10 sorry but you are in the shower right now and I have to go to baseball then to Ryan's after. Love you! He told me the night that they started to investigate. I figured now since we are now 21 it wouldn't matter. I didn't tell but I gave it away one night, I didn't mean to it was just stuck in my head I couldn't hold it in any longer. All I said was I know who did it and in an instant Abigail knew. She knew it was her stepson who then told her husband. Now when I saw him there it just brought back terrible memories. He then told me what he thought so that night he told me his story; Max's story.

Max's Story
When I saw Marissa I knew there was something special about her so at first we were just friends. She told me one day that she hated my mom and I thought nothing of. She said I shouldn't have to go through all the abuse that I go through. I still just shook it off and dealt with it. Then there was that one night. Yes, I killed her, I had thoughts of Marissa going through my head, you don't need this, so I told her this was the last chance for her to stop abusing me. She pulled out a knife and it scared me really bad because I knew what she was gonna do. So I went over and shot her. It went into her foot for a reason I didn’t want to kill her. Next thing she went up to take a shower and I had to go to baseball and then to Ryan's house so I wrote her a note saying had to go to baseball then to Ryan's be back round ten. When I got home my father was crying looking over my mother. She got shot twice he said and I looked there was the shot that was mine in her foot and then another on her temple. That night I kept getting emails saying, I know you did it. Why would you do that? They were all from some user name I have never seen that was
latergator()<3. I had no idea what that meant so I ignored those to and when I couldn't take them anymore and I started believing them I told Marissa figuring she wouldn't tell nobody. Seeing her on this day was great because she told! I really wanted to see her but at the same time I was really upset she told. I loved her though but then somebody came by and said hey look the killer! I got really upset and let her go and left right then. I knew she told everybody! The next day I got emails again saying, I told everyone… hate me? I replied and asked who the heck kept doing this to him and finally the response was Abigail. I asked how she found out and she said not to worry it wasn't him and then said goodbye forever. I ran next door to her house when I got back. As I walked in there she was laying on the floor dead. I never had time to tell Marissa my whole story but that is what happened. It was Abigail. I knew it!

1 comment:

  1. I remember how much you like writing suspenseful stories. You have a good start here. I recommend breaking the two stories into paragraphs to help the reader focus -- it gets overwhelming to have it just as a chunk. How do you like the story within a story? I'm still undecided...make it work.

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