DD and I were walking towards my building. We had just come from school and she was going to stay at my house for the weekend and go back home Sunday evening, sometimes I would go to her house. Since we were so close, our parents became friends and let us do practically everything together. We were almost to my building, and we were talking and laughing about stuff from school. She walked ahead of me a little and stopped.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
She looked back at me and said, "I'm tying my laces".
I kept walking and only got 2 or 3 feet before I heard her scream.
"ELI...ELI!" It was coming from the alley that we had just passed. I ran back to it and looked for her. That's when I saw her being dragged down the alley by this tall pale man. He had dark brown hair and he was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and hiking boots.
"STOP IT...LEAVE HER ALONE" I yelled.
He turned around and grinned evilly. He started his way back to me and was pulling DD along by her hair. When they got close, I could see her face clearly. It was tear streaked and showed pure agony.
"She's mine you little shit. No one will find her and there's nothing you can do about it, understand? Now leave." he said and shoved me out of the alley so hard I fell on the ground.
I looked up and he was staring at me smiling. My eyes traveled to DD and she was wiggling and squirming trying to get free. "Eli...help me" she whimpered weakly.
I was mentally panicking. "Eli can't help you, little one. But I can." And with that he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder and began running down the alley.
"DD..." I whispered. They were gone.
I woke up with a start. My heart was pounding in my chest, my sheets were drenched in sweat and clung to my body and my hair was plastered to face. I fell back onto my pillow and groaned. I had that dream… no that nightmare again. I glanced at the clock and it read 6:00 AM. I sighed and rolled over. I called it nightmare because to me it truly was; one of the few people that really cared about me was ripped out of my life. This happened occasionally and I don't know why and it hurts too much to remember. Yanking the covers off me and swinging my legs over the side of the bed in one swift motion was something I was accustomed to doing over the years.
I figured I might as well start getting ready since we were having visitors. First I was going to go get my car washed, then to the store to get some stuff needed for dinner and whole bunch of other stuff. My brother David came home yesterday from college to be here. He was going to help my parents clean. I had mixed emotions about today…. It was the anniversary of the day DD disappeared.
DD, she was my best friend and I was hers. My older brother David would always tell me that boys and girls can't be friends but I would just ignore him because I didn't care what he said. DD was the only person that I could tell everything to, the only person that understood me and vice versa. We protected each other from the people at school that would make fun of us. We were practically the same person with only minor differences, one being that I was a boy and she was a girl. She was my most favorite person and I thought that I would never lose her. But I couldn't have been more wrong
At about 10:00 everyone started doing whatever they were supposed to do. I was dressed in a black and white long sleeved v-neck pulled up to my elbows, a black armhole vest, grey skinny jeans, black combat boots and my favorite guitar pick necklace plus a few simple rings. Coming out my room, I bump into my brother. He looked tired as hell.
I gave him a confused look, "What's with you?"
"I … uh stayed up late working….. on my paper for my class assignment", he said sleepily
"Couldn't you have done sometime today?"
He shrugged, "Maybe, but it's like ten pages long"
"Oh… okay then never mind. How 'bout you go sleep for another two hours and then I'll help Mom when I get back."
"Thanks little bro", he smiled lazily and ruffled my hair.
"No problem"
He slowly made his way back to his and as I was going down stairs I heard the door click closed. Downstairs, my mom was dusting everything.
"Morning Mom"
She looked up at me and smiled. "Morning baby boy. Where's your brother? He's supposed to be helping me clean."
"Oh I sent him back to sleep"
"Why?"
"Because he looked like the walking undead" he said while mimicking a zombie by sliding his leg while he walked and moving stiffly.
She chuckled, "Ok then, I'll wait. As you can see I'm cleaning furiously and your father is getting the dining room ready. Are going out to get everything now?"
"Yea…. I put everything into my phone so I wouldn't forget everything" he grinned
"Good and I gave you the money for everything right?
"Mmhmm, it's in my pocket."
"Ok see you when you get back"
All he did was nod in agreement, grabbed his car keys and went out the door to his precious hearse, Morty.