There is a place in which nobody goes. A place in which the living are never home. A place where the dead roam. Its a place where you will be all alone until someone comes to bring you home.
“Hey mom I’m home!” I say aloud as soon as I enter our two story home.
No response comes. She must be sleeping I decide. So I go into the downstairs bathroom and shower. I put my long black hair up afterward and walk to the stairs.
I scream as soon as I see it and fall down the stairs. Scrambling, I crawl to the home phone.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“I’d like” I pause, “to report a suicide.”
And then everything goes black.
I wake up on a rough carpet. It’s pitch black and my stomach hurts. Raspy breathing comes from the other side. It’s close. My hands and feet are bound. Pain comes from my right leg. I scream, it’s a mix between horror and pain. Then, I feel no pain.
The trunk opens and blinding light comes through burning my skin. A blanket covers me, and then I’m whisked away inside of a motel room.
Louis groaned, they always told him not to diss his birth mother, but why not? The woman LEFT HIM. How could he not? Anger welled up inside of him at the thought of her abandoning him as a baby. He’d been told Liz Hahn had not planned to be pregnant with Louis so once she gave birth, she left him at the doorstep of Janet and William Jones’ home. Louis thought of his birth mother as a coward, afraid to take care of him. Afraid of everything that had to do with, well, doing something. Most children fantasize about their birth parents being wonderful people, but Louis knew better to believe in silly unrealistic things like that because believing in that would only bring him disappointment.
“Louis, please come back downstairs” Janet called.
His eyebrows arch in question, Janet doesn’t say please when she’s angry. Janet never really says please anymore, she sounded… Worried.
But why? He always did this when he was upset.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
Panic welled up inside of him as he heard the strange footsteps. Or footstep, it was more like thump and then a sliding sound like something being dragged. It’s nothing he tells himself silently, I’m just letting my imagination get the best of me. No one is coming to get me, but Louis was wrong. For a man walked up those winding stairs, a man dragging a large bag full of something behind him, the bag smothering the newly bought white carpet with red liquid.
Waves lap against the rocks, mist shoots up as an effect of the impact. The smell of the ocean, the feel of the grainy sand. Everything about it is peaceful for me. I inhale the beautiful scent and lay out the blanket onto the beach. My body begins to relax after I lay on the blanket.
I get up slowly after an hour of napping, the clouds block the sun, there is only a faint bit of light although it is two o’clock. Wind blows and a chill sweeps over me. Goosebumps form on my skin.
The scream breaks the peaceful silence, the scream must have woken me up. I sprint over to the water where a small child flops her arms around aimlessly. I run to the freezing water. Why in the world would she be in the water when it’s this cold! I wonder.
I call out to the eight year old girl. I tell her I’m coming to her aid.
Ignore the temperature of the water.
I swim as fast as I can to the spot in which she is. I see her there, and for a moment she goes completely still, but she’s still afloat. She smiles, revealing her sharp teeth. In an instant pain fills my whole body and I’m limp in the water. For just a moment I see the supposed girl as she swims away with her black scaly tail flopping behind her.
Sirens sound behind me and I slip out of consciousness.
“Can you hear me ma’am?” He asks me.
I move my arm slightly.
“We’ll need to take her to the hospital, load her onto the stretcher.” He tells others in the water.
As I’m being taken to shore, I can feel their eyes on me. Their beady black eyes with dead yellowish skin pulled tight. Fangs, sharp nails and bony fingers greet me in my dreams later in the night.
I wasn’t supposed to survive, and they’ll make sure I don’t. Telling anyone else won’t be possible since my vocal chords are gone. So I’ll just lay here in my hospital bed, with its scratchy sheets, and I’ll say goodbye to everything I’ve ever known. My family will come to visit me, their salty tears will sting their eyes as well as mine, because it seems its just too soon to say goodbye. As we bid adieu I can’t help but think, fairytale creatures like mermaids and fairies, aren’t what they seem.