A/N: I own nothing that is Stand By me.
This thought just popped up in my mind, I think this story could be good but I don't know if I'll update it, like ever.
But let me know what you think.
I was just typing and putting an idea out there, it think its rubbish.
Before there was Ray Brower there was Christine Marsh.
Dennis Lachance watched the red and blue lights dance on the night sky, the rain had stopped but it left its mark on Castle Rock. Puddles coded the streets, water filled up the gutters. You could even still hear the sound of dripping water outside your bedroom window. It hadn't rained in Castle Rock for weeks and when it finally did everyone was so happy for the downpour that no one could have guessed that death came with it.
A police car came speeding past, Dennis and his kid brother Gordie, splashing murky water on to the sidewalk. Dennis pulled his jacket collar tighter around his neck and stuffed his hands back in to his jacket pockets. Looking both ways before crossing the street. Gordie, who wasn't very fast on his feet, hurried along side his brother the best he could. Sticking his small shaking hands in his jean pockets he wished he had brought a jacket along with him.
The news of Christine Marsh was still rattling in both of their heads. Gordie was in the living room watching Roy Rogers, his dinner was just settling, his mothers meatloaf still on his breath. His father was in his armchair reading the paper, smoking his after dinner pipe. Gordie could hear his mother in the kitchen cleaning up, movement of her feet and the sound of dishes hitting each other echoed out in to the hallway.
Dennis was up in his room going over his homework trying to clear his mind of the football season that was coming up. His father had told him early that evening "Dennis, you have to pull your head out of your butt. This year is your year, your star year." Dennis just nodded and agreed with his father. It was Dennis's last year in high school and the last year to make it big on the football field so he could get a scholar ship. The radio was blasting with Bob Cormier, his voice filled the bedroom, "Up the ladder with another platter, it's Joey Dee and the Starliters with Peppermint Twist."
Gordie heard a dish break in the kitchen and that's when he knew something was very wrong. His head jerked in the diction of the kitchen door. He heard the russel of the newspaper, his father had dropped the paper and gazed over it, his pipe resting in his mouth. Gordie got to his feet and moved very slowly to the door. He had been so warped up in the TV he didn't even hear Dennis run down the stairs.
When Gordie walked in to the kitchen his mother was down her knees in tears, the dishrag that clung to her hand was covering her mouth. Dennis was standing right next to her, his face was pale and looked like he saw a ghost. He made eye contact with Gordie when he entered.
Immediately Gordie's eyes struck fear, he licked his lips and tried to close his mouth but it just hung open. "What happened, Denny?" He asked Dennis. Dennis, who had his jacket on and looked like he was about to leave, just shock his head at Gordie. "Not good, Gordie. Not good." "What?" Gordie's eyes bounced from his brother to his mother, about that time his father entered the room. His brow held a confused look, "What is going on here?" He ordered from Dennis.
"Its Christine, they found her." Dennis informed his father.
Mrs. Lachance let out a cry, her shoulders begin to shake they bounced up and down with each cry. Mr. Lachance sighed and looked down at the ground. Dennis met Gordie's eyes, Dennis broke their gaze and he headed for the back door Gordie followed.
Christine Marsh was a very familiar face to the Lachances. Dennis had met her back in junior high. She had come from a bad family; her father was a good friend of Richard (Eyeball) and Chris Chambers father, an old drinking buddy. Some nights he would get so drunk he would use Christine as a punching bag. She would run to Dennis on those night and he would sneak her in and let her sleep in his bed and he would get the floor and watch her, thinking that one day he would make her his everything.
As the years past she grew in to her body and became a babe. Her and Dennis had gotten closer and his family opened their arms to her. If it weren't for Mrs. Lachance she would have never had a decent meal. During her junior year of high school she fall in to John (Ace) Merrill's group of misfits. Rumors about her and Ace becoming a 'item' ran around school like wild fire, but at night she would still go to Dennis's window. Dennis was real gone with her, truly in love.
A few days after leaving Dennis's house she went missing and no ones been able to find her until now.
The wind whipped by Dennis making him shiver, his eyes stung with the heat form the tears he was trying to push back. The newscaster's voice still felt fresh in his mind "The body of Christine Marsh was found just moments ago near Royal River Field," those words would forever leave a mark on Dennis Lachance.
"Denny, where are we going?" Gordie asked, his voice breaking with every word. He too was trying his hardest not to break out in tears. Even though the death of Christine had fully not stunk in yet for Gordie he still felt pain for her. Dennis didn't answer him, he just kept walking.
There was all ready a crowed around the Royal River Filed. Most of the people where in their Pjs and robs. Gordie spotted his best friend, Chris Chambers standing in the mess of people. He was still in his day clothes, jeans and a white shirt. Gordie touched his shoulder, Chris spun around, his eyes glassy but his shaking bottom lip gave way how he was really feeling. Christine was close to Chris as well; whenever their father's got together she would hang out with him and teach him Gin Rummy.
"Gordon." Was all Chris could say.
Gordie stood beside Chris and felt Dennis push beside them getting closer to the scene. There was about five police men trying to push people back while two others and a coroner zipped up a black body bag and put it in the back of a black coroner car.
Dennis froze; he knew that with in that bag was Christine. Her body was in their, her soft creamy skin and long brown hair along with her pale blue eyes was in that bag. He felt his stomach start to turn. He couldn't breath, he once preyed when he was 16 that he would never have to deal with her death.
His eyes caught a shadow face in the police car's lights; he lifted his head up to see better. In the tree's stood Ace and Eyeball long with the rest of their gang. Ace was staring right at Dennis, his eye held pure evil in them. He nodded at Dennis, who didn't nod back. Ace lend up against a tree trunk, a tooth pike in his mouth. The rest of the boy's just watched as the police put Christine Marsh body bag in the back of the coroner's car.
Gordie could hear people whisper. When you live in a town of 1282 people, something like this is like a fire burning down a whole town. It's frightening; no one thinks that this kind of stuff happens in a small town. Teddy Duchamp and Vern Tessio came in to Gordie's view. The two boys, who were friends with Chris and Gordie, stepped next to Chris.
"I've never knew anyone who died." Vern said, his eyes wide as he watched the policemen worked.
"Yeah." Teddy said simply.
The next day it felt like to Dennis that the town was in morning, people moved slow and no children played. He didn't eat breakfast, though his mother didn't really make anything. She just left bowls out and a pot of oatmeal on the stove and went out in her garden and just sat there. Gordie left early to go to his tree house to meet his friends. His father sat alone at the table and stared at his coffee.
Dennis lend on his desk and stared at his made bed, he didn't sleep much last night. How could anyone? Images of Christine played in his mind like a homemade video. Her smile and the way she laughed brought a tear to his eye. He pictured her on his bed in her favorite long yellow skirt and a white blouse. Her brown hair in bounce curls, a smile on her face.
He imaged her voice and how she said his name. "Denny." Then her laugh and how she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. Her blue eyes sprinkling with happiness.
There was a knock at his bedroom door and then his door opened slowly. His father poked his head in, "Uh, Denny this came for you." He held out his hand. In his hand was a larger square package warped in brown paper. Dennis took it and thanked his father; Mr. Lachance nodded and closed the door after him.
Dennis unwrapped the package. A black book that of a diary and a piece of white paper folded once over was in Dennis's hands. He placed the book down on his desk and unfolded the paper. It was from Christine, his heart stopped. In her handwriting it read,
Dear, My sweet Denny.
If you are reading this then you know I am dead but what you don't know is that I was murdered. With this note I have given you my dairy in hopes that maybe you can bring my killer to justice. I wish I could tell you who killed me but I can't, all you need to know it that I didn't want to die. And even though some of those page's you might not want to read or know about, please keep reading and help me. I hope the dairy helps you. Oh, Dennis I wish I could see your face right now. Please know that I loved you more then anything and with out you I could have never been the person I was.
Forever yours,
Christine.