~ Sorry for the last chapter. I know it wasn't the best. But maybe this chapter will be better? Up to you! :)
Disclaimer: I only own the plot. ~
Chapter Four: The Poem
"God, you've got to be kidding me."
"Tony, we can't do anything now. She's gone. Only thing left to do is listen to the tape."
"I know, I know." I pushed the play button.
I'm sorry it took three tapes. I know this is ridiculous. But I can't very well come to you, now can I? I know, stupid question. Anyway, I was looking at the stars the other night, because I can see a few through the hole, and I swear they made the shape of a space ship. Maybe a rocket ship. I don't know. Maybe it was aliens.
She paused to laugh at herself. This was the weirdest tape yet, because Hannah had that strange sound in her voice again, almost like she wanted to be hysterical, crazy, but couldn't quite figure out how.
I wrote you a poem. I know, Hannah the Poet, right? Ha.
The trees hide what holds me close,
Fear of what may lie untold.
I stare up at the rocket stars,
And wonder if you understand.
Just beyond the trees,
Just beyond green fins.
I lie inside and wait for you,
I'll wait for you to find the Evil.
Thank you and goodnight.
And she's gone once again.
"That was absolutely meaningless. How are we supposed to find her now?" Tony asked, sounding irritated again.
"I don't think we're looking at it right."
"You can only look at gibberish one way."
"No, Tony, think about it."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Seriously. That's the second time she's said rocket, and then she said 'green fins'. What else could it be?"
"He kidnapped her and hid her at the park? Is that a joke? Like one of those hidden-in-plain-sight things?"
"No... Didn't she keep repeating something about trees? Trees hide what holds her close...," something kept threatening to click into place in my brain, but would back off every time I started to pay attention to it.
"Yes. There's that big row of trees behind the park. I peeked back there when I was a kid. Nothing but a bunch more trees. Real creepy. You think it's one of those situations where the crazy dude locks his victims in a hole in the forest?" He looked at me like I was insane. I shook my head at him.
"No, but close enough," I said. "I've been all the way through those trees before, before I got stuck in the rocket that time and the fire department had to come. You remember that?"
"Yeah."
"Remember, a week later Mrs. O'Grady died."
~I know, the story is starting to sound ridiculous and it doesn't make sense, but I think it will in the end.
And also, is it just me, or is my writing getting worse as I go along? Please tell me your honest opinions, so I can verify whether or not I'm actually going crazy. :/ And sorry this chapter was so short...~
