WARNING: SAD CHAPTER
SAM'S POV
My whole world was empty. I couldn't cope with the fact that Jennette was really gone forever. I would never hear her giggle happily or give me hug at the most random times. That was over. The little hope I had was faded away.
I was sitting in the living room watching the news.
"Police report back about the case of Jennette Benson. They took a sample of her mother's hair to test with the hair found at the scene. Sadly the DNA was a positive match. Jennette Benson is dead."
I cried out and buried my head in my knees. Freddie sprinted into the room and grabbed me in his arms.
"I know it's hard Sam, but we can't do anything about it." Freddie whispered. I laid my head on his chest. He carried me off the couch into our room, laid me on the bed, and kissed my cheek. He closed the door behind him. I heard the front door close and I knew he was gone for work. I slowly stood up. I opened the door and walked down the long hallway to the door that hadn't been open for days. I traced my fingers over the little sign on the door that said "Jennette" in pink letters. I shakily twisted the door handle and walked in the room.
I frowned at the sight. The windows were closed tight. Jennette loved sunshine. I walked over to the window and pulled up the blinds. Sunshine washed the walls and flooded over the carpet. As an added bonus, I opened the window to let in a breeze. It seemed normal; I was in Jennette's room, just waiting for her to get home from school. But she wasn't coming home from school, not anymore. I smiled as the tears flooded my eyes. I wiped them away, knowing that Jennette wouldn't want me to cry over her.
I decided to snoop around a little bit. I opened her drawers and found a box that said "Warning: do not open….EVER." I laughed and clicked open the little latch in the middle. I lifted the top. Inside was a family picture. I looked very close and saw little hearts around Freddie and my faces. I took out the picture and saw a diary. I opened it to the first page.
"April 3, 2019, (Sorry if the math's wrong. Too lazy to figure it out)
Hi, my name's Jennette! I'm six years old. I got you for Christmas and I plan on writing in you every day from now on!!
I remembered that diary. Freddie said every little girl writes in a diary some time in her life. I flipped to a couple weeks before Jennette was….taken.
"There was a man outside my window today. I didn't want to tell Mommy and Daddy because they might not believe me. All he did was watch me. I was kind of scared but not really. He was funny looking."
I gasped. A man watching Jennette? Crap, why didn't she tell us!? I flipped closer to when she was taken.
"I'm really scared now. The man watches me at night now! Every night he gets closer to my window. What should I do? I guess I'll just ignore it then, I mean, what can he do to me that's bad?"
I turned to the day she was taken.
I'm so scared!! It's the thunder! It's loud and scary. There's no escape from the thunder. Tonight, I ran to Mommy's room. When I went back into my own room, the man was still there. But I guess I'm used to that now. He looked miserable out in the rain. I wonder if he was cold or something. He smiled at me, it was creepy. He looks like-"
No, no!!! What did he look like!? Ugh, I was hoping there would be some description of the man in there. Oh God, he was watching her for weeks and we never knew. I closed the diary and gently placed it back in its little box along with the family picture. Before I left the room I turned around once more.
"I'm sorry Jennette."
Yeah Yeah, I know it's short, but I felt it was appropriate to stop the chapter here. New chapter some time tomorrow maybe. It is Easter tomorrow so maybe not. Thanks for reading (and reviewing)
-Jamie