Moshi moshi! I decided that this would be a good time to update, since it's been a couple days and all…. I use another song, which is Angels by Within Temptation, and it's my favorite song at the moment. The song is from Ginger's point of view, just so you know. I know that I have been using songs a lot, but music is a big part of my life so yeah…
Italic means dreams
Carl walked through the back door into the kitchen. He went straight towards the refrigerator to get an icepack to put over his eye. "Where were you?" Mrs. Foutley asked.
Carl jumped at the sound of her voice. She was standing in the doorway, watching at him intently. "Out," Carl answered.
"What the hell happened to you?" Mrs. Foutley asked once she noticed the various wounds on his face and arms.
"…I fell." Mrs. Foutley looked at Carl in disbelief at his pathetic lie. "I swear to God, that's what happened."
"Well anyways," Mrs. Foutley said, deciding it was better to drop the subject, "You'll never guess what. The police think that they caught the guy. They called around an hour ago."
Carl stood in disbelief. "But how could have they got Mitch? I was just with him," Carl thought out loud.
"What are you talking about? Mitch didn't do it, Mr. Davidson did. He admitted to it!"
"What? Who? Who the fuck is Mr. Davidson?"
"Language Carl."
"Sorry, who the heck is he," Carl corrected himself. He took a second to see if he could remember anyone he knew with that last name. Then it hit him. "Not our neighbor, Mr. Davidson."
Mrs. Foutley nodded. "That's the one."
"But it can't be," Carl said. "Why would he want to do that?"
"I don't know," Mrs. Foutley said with a shrug. "But the police are trying to figure that our right now. I'm going to be in the living room waiting for any new news." She left Carl standing alone with ice over his blackened eye.
"What the hell," he murmured to himself. He was so sure that it was Mitch. All the evidence that he found pointed to him. Where did this guy come from?
That night, it was all over the news. Finally people didn't have to worry about a psycho killer on the loose. Mitch sat on his living room couch, smiling smugly at the TV. "Well that's interesting," he thought. "I wonder who the poor bastard it."
"It's about time they found that freak," Zara, Mitch's younger sister, said. She pushed back her raven out of her blue eyes. "The whole thing is just sickening."
"Mhm," Mitch said feeling uncomfortable with the whole subject.
Zara looked over at her older brother. "Sorry about that. I know that you and Ginger were like…close."
"Mhm," Mitch replied again. "I'm going to bed."
"Ok." Zara turned her attention back to the story.
Mitch lay on his bed, trying to go to sleep. It wasn't that late, only eleven, but today was just wearing him down. First the whole Samantha thing, and then Ginger's little brother had to come and make things worse. "Little punk," Mitch said putting his hand up to his bruised face. "He's a lot stronger then he looks."
The beating marks brought up quit a stir in his family. When he had came home, his mom jumped out of the chair she was in and was crying hysterically. "What happened to you?" she had asked him.
"Nothing," Mitch said coolly. "Just got into a little fight. Nothing that important."
"Did you win?" Mitch's father asked him.
"Harley!"
"Well did you?"
"Yeah," Mitch had told them. "I'm going to be in my room if you need me. Tell me when it's time to eat."
"That's all he wants to do anymore," Mitch's father said once Mitch was out of sight. "He spends most of the day in that room of his."
"Can you blame him? His girl friend was murdered. My poor baby, he must be taking it hard."
The only up of this day so far was that fool who had admitted to what had happened to Ginger. Mitch smiled to himself and turned onto his side. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.
Down at the station
"Your story checks out," a new police officer said to Mr. Davidson. "We can let you go in a second."
A weary Mr. Davidson rubbed his hands over his eyes. All the questioning and denying had really worn him down. But finally it was over. "Uh, do you have to tell my wife?" he asked the policeman.
"Well," he replied with an awkward smile. "I think you should… Some how the news about you admitting to this crime had spilled out into the public. So would you either have her think that you are a murderer or a cheater?"
Mr. Davidson thumped his head onto the wooden table. "Maybe I'm better off being in jail."
Back in Mitch's room
Mitch tossed and turned in his bed lost in a restless sleep. He was once again disturbed by his reoccurring nightmare.
Sparkling angel I believed
You were my savior in my time of need.
Blinded by faith I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
"Mitch? What's wrong?" Ginger asked her boyfriend. Mitch stood in front of her, hands behind his back and his head down. "Did something happen?"
Again, Mitch said nothing. "Mitch, honey, what's going on?" She took a step foreword; her had out to touch him. To her surprise, he snapped back. "Mitch?" she asked again.
"Ginger." He looked up at her. His eyes were like something she had never seen before. They were full of regret and sorrow. But despite what his eyes said, there was a smile painted on his face. "Please forgive me."
"What are you-!"
I see the angels,
I'll lead them to your door.
There's no escape now,
No mercy no more.
No remorse cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart.
Mitch pushed Ginger to the ground. "What are you doing!" She saw the tape and rope in his hands. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized what was going on.
"I'm sorry Ginger," Mitch said again. "But I can't let you or anyone else that comes along ruin my life." Ginger tried to get up, but she was pushed back down again. "Now hold still and I'll make this as quick." He ripped out a long piece of duck tape. As he bent down to place it over Ginger's mouth, she kicked him in the place where it really counts. As Mitch knelt bent over, Ginger started to make a run for it.
"Hey, where the hell are you going?" he yelled out to her. "Get back here! You're only making it harder on yourself!"
But Ginger kept running. She didn't look back. "Ha caught you," Mitch said grabbing onto her hair. He pulled her back harshly. Ginger screamed. "Scream all you want bitch, there is no one around to here you."
"Why?" Ginger choked out through her tears. He didn't answer. He took out his rope and tied it tightly around her neck. Ginger fought hard, but she was no match for her insane boyfriend. She managed to claw his arms, leaving long scratch marks, but this only enraged Mitch. He pulled tightly on the rope, causing Ginger's complexion to change colors.
After a few minutes of the struggle, she stopped moving, her hand still clenched on Mitch's wrist. Slowly, it became limp and he was released. Mitch checked her breathing. Ginger was gone.
You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams;
I wished they turned into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize.
It was all just a lie.
Mitch kissed her now dead hand and placed it over her heart. "I'm sorry Ginge," he said. "But it was for the best."
Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
your dark intentions, your feelings for me.
Fallen angel, tell me why?
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
I see the angels,
I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now
No mercy no more
No remorse cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart
Mitch picked up Ginger's body, put her over his shoulders, and carried it with much ease. Her head hit limply against his back. This didn't bother him. He still had to finish what he was supposed to do.
He took her back to where they were, beside the lake. He placed Ginger down and sat beside her. Mitch closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Mitch went not far from Ginger, so he could see if anyone was coming. When he came back, he held in his hands a very heavy rock. He took one more stop at his car to get some more rope.
You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams,
I wished they turn into real.
You broke the promise and made me realize.
It was all just a lie.
"You see Ginger, this way things are better for the both of us," Mitch talked to the corpse and he readied it to rid of. "I can still go to college and get on with my life, and you can spend the rest of your time in a place where you and the baby won't be hurt anymore."
Could have been forever.
Now we have reached the end
He looked at her face, as if she was going to say something in reply. Mitch went on, "Remember when we first met? You had just broken up with that Darren guy. He didn't deserve you. Nobody did." Mitch froze as he remembered all the memories he shared with Ginger. Tears began to spark in his eyes.
"But you don't understand," he said. A lump started to form in his throat. "Dad was being hard on me. All he did was ever complain about how I'm going to end up as a screw up like my brother. I just wanted to make him happy… It was all just so frustrating on me. I guess you were an easy target, so I took it all out on you. But I never really wanted to hurt you. Believe me, if I could make things different, I would. But this is the way it has to be." He saw the pretty necklace around Ginger's broken neck, and decided that he should take it off. Maybe to keep as a remembrance of her.
This world may have failed you,
It doesn't give you a reason why.
You could have chosen a different path in life.
Mitch finished tying up Ginger. With some trouble, he managed to pick her up along with the rock and set her into the water. "This isn't the way I wanted it to end," Mitch whispered as he watched Ginger slowly sink to the bottom of the lake. The lump had double, making it hard to talk. "I'm sorry."
The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart,
Deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams,
I wished they turn into real.
You broke the promise and made me realize.
It was all just a lie.
Mitch sat up in bed in a cold sweat. He looked over at his clock. It said two thirty A.M. shaking his head; he got up out of bed and went to the bathroom.
He stood in front of the sink watching the cold water run. He splashed some onto his face. Mitch looked into the mirror. His dead eyes looked back at him. All he could think about was Ginger and what he had done. "I didn't want to," he murmured to himself. "It was the only way."
Could have been forever.
Now we have reached the end.
"Now you are going to let two innocent people die," a strange voice said in his head.
Mitch froze, clutching the sink. He grinded his teeth as he looked back at himself. He was a murderer. It was all that he saw. No matter how many time he would ask for forgiveness, no matter how many times he tried to tell himself it was for the best that was all that he could see himself as. A killer. Even if that other guy took the blame for what had happened, he would still be the killer.
Mitch couldn't take the guilt anymore. It was destroying him. "I can't do this anymore," he said softly to himself. "I can't let another person die because of me." Mitch left the bathroom, changed into some casual clothes, and left his house. This was it, he had to tell someone. He had to turn himself in.
Carl woke up that Sunday morning with a strange feeling of relief. Something just told him that today was going to be a good day. After getting ready, he went down into the living room. His mother was still upstairs sleeping, even though it was ten in the morning. Carl turned on the TV. It was on the news channel. His mouth fell agape.
On the screen, a woman was reporting about Mitch and his confession. A wide smile spread on Carl's face. "I knew!" he said loudly, jumping up. "I knew that fag did it!"
"Late last night," the new lady said. "Mitch Sanderson was arrested for the murder of young Ginger Foutley, who was missing and later found straggled to death in a park earlier this year. Mr. Sanderson was the one that turned himself in, offering all evidence he could to the police."
"The guilt must have made him crack," Carl thought to himself. "It's about time. At least now he will get what he deserves."
The next year, Mitch was sentenced to life in prison. The Foutley's were returned Ginger's angel necklace and finally had some piece of mind.
Mr. Davidson was set free of course. But sadly his wife left him. But he deserved it for cheating on her.
The day after the sentence, Carl returned to Ginger's grave sight. Mrs. Foutley decided not to come, it was too early and too painful for her. But Carl didn't mind going alone; it would be easier with out his mother crying there.
Carl sat in front of two headstones, and one belonged to his older sister Ginger, and one to his would have been niece, Lydia Irene Foutley. This was his idea. He thought Ginger wasn't the only one that had lost her life, poor little Lydia wasn't even able to experience life and he thought that she deserved to be remembered to. Everyone else thought that it was a good idea to buy her a marker. It was a white, heart shaped stone with a crying angel on top. Carl was also the one that named her. He had a feeling that the unborn baby was a girl. He got the two names after two characters in a story that Ginger had wrote.
"They finally got him sis. Mitch turned himself in," Carl said with a faint smile. "He wanted to apologize to us, but I couldn't accept it. I hope you aren't mad, but I just hate that guy. I always did. I never knew why you even went out with that creep in the first place."
Carl took in a deep breath. "I know that I haven't visited in a long time. But it's kind of hard. Mom didn't come, but I'm sure she'll want to on her own time." He tried to think of something else to say. "Did you see that I got Lydia her own stone? It kind of cost a lot, but some people pitched in to help pay… If Lydia actually turned out to be a guy, tell him or her that I'm sorry I just guessed."
He smiled lightly. "I miss you lots still Ginger. I hope you two are happy where ever you are. I love you sis, and I always will."
The end! I'm going to work on my other As Told By Ginger story now, so if you want to read it, go ahead. It doesn't have many reviews. Yup the story is over. Through all the twists and turns, through all the cliffhangers, which were about every single chapter, it finally comes to an end. I would like to thank all of my loyal reviewers for keeping me writing and bring a smile onto my face. Especially when they yelled at me for cliffhangers. And a special thanks to my homie Moving Shadow for the idea of the baby's name, thanks for mentioning using Lydia's and that idea. I loved it. So thanks everyone even if you didn't review. So yeah… I have another story if you ever get bored; it's going to be full of angst and crazay shit like this. But different things I guess… So check it out or you are dead to me and Mr. Sniffles. You'll make him cry and you dont't want him to cry do you? Well thanks. CT out.
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Cold Toenails,