A SADNESS CHANGE
CHAPTER 3 – What is a friend
anyway?
"Gerald? Is that you?" I gasp. I looked at him straight in his angry eyes. He squeezed me as he pushed my body against the hard brick wall.
"Give me your money!" he yelled. "I said give me the damn money, bitch!!" what the hell did he just call me?
"I don't have money, stupid!!" I yelled as I kicked him in his knee. He screamed and fell in the floor, holding his knee. I just stand there. Watching him as he screams in pain. Finally he got up and before I knew it, he pushed me against the wall and took a sharp knife and pressed it on my neck. Rain started falling hard.
"Gerald, what is wrong with you?" I screamed. "Why are you doing this?" but he didn't answer, instead he threw the knife on the ground and started chocking me. I couldn't breath. He was killing me. He was trying to kill me. First I touched his face and then his eye balls and try to squeeze it, but didn't work. I tried kicking him, but didn't work. I even try to hit him in the face. But didn't work. It was almost over for me, until someone took the knife and stabbed him in the back. He stopped chocking me and fell on the ground. Dead. I looked up so I can see who did it.
It was Phoebe.
As soon as I saw her. I bend down and looked at Gerald. He's dead. Phoebe dropped the knife, came closer and bends down next to me. We both watched him.
"Ever since his family died. He's been killing people, stealing things. He's been in jail like a million times and he still escapes no matter what." I looked at phoebe. Shocked. Scared. Tears. I looked at her wrist. She cut it three times. I didn't say anything. "He even tried to kill me."
"How did his parents died?" I asked. It took two minutes to wait for her answer.
"Fire." Was the only answer she said.
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Rain. Have you ever noticed? That rain look like tears? It doesn't taste like tears, but it look like one. My 8th grade teacher back in New York said that rain is gods tears. That means that he's crying right now. Maybe because of Hillwood. The way it is now. It used to be so normal and okay. But now it's not. Maybe he's crying because of it.
I walked down the street. It's raining really hard. I'm all wet. But I didn't care. My older sister would. But not me. Hillwood. This town seems forgotten and betrayed. That's what hillwood looks like to me. I looked at the park. Only it didn't look like a park. No grass, no trees. Suddenly, something caught my eyes. There was Rhonda. Sitting on a bench. I ran up to her. She was pale and sad. And younger. Like 15 or 16 years old.
" Rhonda? Is that you?" I asked softly, she looked up. No expression. I have never seen her so sad like that before.
"No one wants you here Helga" she said with no expression only her voice sounded sad. "So go back to your beautiful city and leave us alone." I noticed that she's holding a newspaper. I walked closer to her and sat next to her. Her face looks so pale and her face looks stone. I touched her and when I did she jumped, she looked at me as if I was a ghost, then she ran.
"Rhonda, wait please!" I yelled after her. But as she ran, she started running in slow motion and then faded away. I was in deep shocked. I couldn't believe it. Then I saw the newspaper. I picked it up. There was a picture of Rhonda. As I read it. My eyes went wide, tears started coming out, I breathed hard and gasp as I dropped the newspaper.
The paper said that Rhonda was kidnapped. And after six days they found her on the tree. Chocked with a rope. And got stabbed 54 times. They never found the person who did it. And Rhonda was only 15 years old. I ran. Scared and terrified. I couldn't take this anymore. This place is full of sadness and tragedy. I'm going home, I'm going to sit on my chair, drink hot chocolate and forget everything. I can't just walk around looking everywhere. It only brings me sadness. I'm going home.
But then I stopped running and stared at the place. The more I stared at it, the more it brought me memories.
My school.
To be continue . . .
A/N I know I haven't updated in a long time. I took a little break. So now I'm here and I updated my story. Please review.
CHAPTER 3 – What is a friend
anyway?
"Gerald? Is that you?" I gasp. I looked at him straight in his angry eyes. He squeezed me as he pushed my body against the hard brick wall.
"Give me your money!" he yelled. "I said give me the damn money, bitch!!" what the hell did he just call me?
"I don't have money, stupid!!" I yelled as I kicked him in his knee. He screamed and fell in the floor, holding his knee. I just stand there. Watching him as he screams in pain. Finally he got up and before I knew it, he pushed me against the wall and took a sharp knife and pressed it on my neck. Rain started falling hard.
"Gerald, what is wrong with you?" I screamed. "Why are you doing this?" but he didn't answer, instead he threw the knife on the ground and started chocking me. I couldn't breath. He was killing me. He was trying to kill me. First I touched his face and then his eye balls and try to squeeze it, but didn't work. I tried kicking him, but didn't work. I even try to hit him in the face. But didn't work. It was almost over for me, until someone took the knife and stabbed him in the back. He stopped chocking me and fell on the ground. Dead. I looked up so I can see who did it.
It was Phoebe.
As soon as I saw her. I bend down and looked at Gerald. He's dead. Phoebe dropped the knife, came closer and bends down next to me. We both watched him.
"Ever since his family died. He's been killing people, stealing things. He's been in jail like a million times and he still escapes no matter what." I looked at phoebe. Shocked. Scared. Tears. I looked at her wrist. She cut it three times. I didn't say anything. "He even tried to kill me."
"How did his parents died?" I asked. It took two minutes to wait for her answer.
"Fire." Was the only answer she said.
=8=8=8=8=8
Rain. Have you ever noticed? That rain look like tears? It doesn't taste like tears, but it look like one. My 8th grade teacher back in New York said that rain is gods tears. That means that he's crying right now. Maybe because of Hillwood. The way it is now. It used to be so normal and okay. But now it's not. Maybe he's crying because of it.
I walked down the street. It's raining really hard. I'm all wet. But I didn't care. My older sister would. But not me. Hillwood. This town seems forgotten and betrayed. That's what hillwood looks like to me. I looked at the park. Only it didn't look like a park. No grass, no trees. Suddenly, something caught my eyes. There was Rhonda. Sitting on a bench. I ran up to her. She was pale and sad. And younger. Like 15 or 16 years old.
" Rhonda? Is that you?" I asked softly, she looked up. No expression. I have never seen her so sad like that before.
"No one wants you here Helga" she said with no expression only her voice sounded sad. "So go back to your beautiful city and leave us alone." I noticed that she's holding a newspaper. I walked closer to her and sat next to her. Her face looks so pale and her face looks stone. I touched her and when I did she jumped, she looked at me as if I was a ghost, then she ran.
"Rhonda, wait please!" I yelled after her. But as she ran, she started running in slow motion and then faded away. I was in deep shocked. I couldn't believe it. Then I saw the newspaper. I picked it up. There was a picture of Rhonda. As I read it. My eyes went wide, tears started coming out, I breathed hard and gasp as I dropped the newspaper.
The paper said that Rhonda was kidnapped. And after six days they found her on the tree. Chocked with a rope. And got stabbed 54 times. They never found the person who did it. And Rhonda was only 15 years old. I ran. Scared and terrified. I couldn't take this anymore. This place is full of sadness and tragedy. I'm going home, I'm going to sit on my chair, drink hot chocolate and forget everything. I can't just walk around looking everywhere. It only brings me sadness. I'm going home.
But then I stopped running and stared at the place. The more I stared at it, the more it brought me memories.
My school.
To be continue . . .
A/N I know I haven't updated in a long time. I took a little break. So now I'm here and I updated my story. Please review.