I stared at the box. The wrapping paper was faded but not torn the little puppy dog faces staring up at me still happily.
I used to love dogs I remember smiling sadly
It was an unopened present from my thirteenth birthday they day my brother Bob Sheldon was murdered and also the day my father committed suicide.
I didn't cry over them any more. It isn't that I don't miss them It's just that I don't have the tears for them anymore they're wasted on petty things. things that a twenty six year old woman shouldn't be crying over.
I read the tag attached to It again for what seems like the millionth time
To my baby girl:
Misty
From your loving daddy.
Don't open until thirteen years has passed or unless of emergency.
Thirteen years..
Thirteen long torturous years not knowing why my father did it or why my brother was murdered wait scratch that I did know why: he was a Soc.
There was a bitter grin upon my face.
I wonder sometimes If things back in Tulsa are still the same
Greasers and Socs at each others throats
Hate crimes, jumpings, socy girls liken greasy guys but never telling anyone.
Well maybe not everyone for that last one but It certainly applied to me
I stroked the package and looked at my watch it was three o'clock in the morning the very moment I was born I began to tear the paper off of the package slowly deliberately
I opened the cardboard box inside and found a note in my fathers hand writing It was simple yet a real tear jerker
"sorry"
I took the note out and there was a box. With four numbers on it
"one nine six zero"
I read them out loud and the looked up jumping as a car honked at me I jumped and ran out of the road
Wait what was I doing in the road?
I looked around and then down at myself.
I nearly screamed I was dressed in a plaid skirt and a pink fuzzy sweater my hands went to my head and found my hair in the style I wore it when I was twelve pulled back with two braids hanging down
I wanted to scream but I sort of understood all this.
My father had always been into all of this paranormal stuff in fact that was his job. A paranormal investigator. He made great money and always gave the best birthday presents weird one for sure but good ones.
Fir my twenty six one he had given me time I understood it. He gave me time to save him and bob time to make things right.. But why?
Why would my father a suicidal man give me time to bring him back if he wanted to die??
I didn't know and couldn't figure it out all I knew was I wanted tog et to my house and see my dad but first I had other things to do I looked at my watch It was
2:28!
Crap I had to move fast my brother was murdered at 2:30 in some park I looked up and smacked myself on the head there was a park right in front of me, and my brother was slowly advancing on two guys.
I used to love dogs I remember smiling sadly
It was an unopened present from my thirteenth birthday they day my brother Bob Sheldon was murdered and also the day my father committed suicide.
I didn't cry over them any more. It isn't that I don't miss them It's just that I don't have the tears for them anymore they're wasted on petty things. things that a twenty six year old woman shouldn't be crying over.
I read the tag attached to It again for what seems like the millionth time
To my baby girl:
Misty
From your loving daddy.
Don't open until thirteen years has passed or unless of emergency.
Thirteen years..
Thirteen long torturous years not knowing why my father did it or why my brother was murdered wait scratch that I did know why: he was a Soc.
There was a bitter grin upon my face.
I wonder sometimes If things back in Tulsa are still the same
Greasers and Socs at each others throats
Hate crimes, jumpings, socy girls liken greasy guys but never telling anyone.
Well maybe not everyone for that last one but It certainly applied to me
I stroked the package and looked at my watch it was three o'clock in the morning the very moment I was born I began to tear the paper off of the package slowly deliberately
I opened the cardboard box inside and found a note in my fathers hand writing It was simple yet a real tear jerker
"sorry"
I took the note out and there was a box. With four numbers on it
"one nine six zero"
I read them out loud and the looked up jumping as a car honked at me I jumped and ran out of the road
Wait what was I doing in the road?
I looked around and then down at myself.
I nearly screamed I was dressed in a plaid skirt and a pink fuzzy sweater my hands went to my head and found my hair in the style I wore it when I was twelve pulled back with two braids hanging down
I wanted to scream but I sort of understood all this.
My father had always been into all of this paranormal stuff in fact that was his job. A paranormal investigator. He made great money and always gave the best birthday presents weird one for sure but good ones.
Fir my twenty six one he had given me time I understood it. He gave me time to save him and bob time to make things right.. But why?
Why would my father a suicidal man give me time to bring him back if he wanted to die??
I didn't know and couldn't figure it out all I knew was I wanted tog et to my house and see my dad but first I had other things to do I looked at my watch It was
2:28!
Crap I had to move fast my brother was murdered at 2:30 in some park I looked up and smacked myself on the head there was a park right in front of me, and my brother was slowly advancing on two guys.