~Genre: Fiction, mystery and fantasi :)~
Chapter 37
The way a mind works
The fall was painful, but not too painful. My arm throbbed a bit, but the nice lush soft green rumput made the fall less deadly. I managed to survive, and so did Meredith as she hugged me happily when we stood up. But we couldn’t have our moment for longer we needed to hurry.
Meredith and I ran from the kabin into the woods, similar to the exact same woods that Dorothy once ran from. I felt chills as my feet pounded on the floor, feelings of the deceased being pumped to my blood. But I shook them off and kept running.
“You think that them police would come?!” I asked, from the pounding in my ears.
Meredith shrugged. “Maybe! But a detik call doesn’t hurt, especially with no whispering, they might know who we really are.”
I nodded, trying to will my legs to go faster. It took forever but we finally reached the end of the woods, and we had to keep on running into we found a small neighborhood.
I felt a weird sense and suddenly I the feeling of being drowned in the water popped into my head again, but I was still running, but I was drowning too.
Meredith pounded on the door. “Help! Help!”
The door opened to a grumpy man glaring at us. “It’s one a.m in the morning! What do you-” His eyes widened. “You’re the girl’s from the tv!”
“We need to call the police! Now!” Meredith yelled.
The man nodded rushing us too his phone while he called out to the family, atau his wife if he didn’t wake up.
A woman with a harassed face entered in a robe, she looked ready to rip someone apart, but her eyes widened at the sight of us. “Oh my dear Lord!”
Meredith was yelling into the phone. “Hello! Were in trouble! We’ve been kept in this cabin! And I know who killed Dorothy Loreans! We need help, the kabin is close to where Dorothy was killed! The river! Yes! Where she was drowned!”
At the word drowned I felt the weird feeling again, I was here and yet I wasn’t. I couldn’t breathe and yet I could. I was standing and I was drowning. I was desperately trying to swim up, my brown hair blocking my view-wait a minute! Brown hair! That’s not Dorothy!
But who could it be? Who’s dying, who needs my help?! The girl moves around and the setting of the water is familiar, it’s the river, she’s being drowned in the river!
Carefully I survey the room, and sure enough I see these keys, and one of the attached keys is too a car, I run to it and grab the keys the women shrieks.
“Sorry! But we need to borrow your car!”
Meredith widens her eyes. “What!”
“Someone right now as were speaking is being drowned at the same river Dorothy was! We have to go!”
The man shakes his head, but the women puts a hand on his arm, “let them go.”
Meredith shakes her head at them. “Come with, please?”
But I don’t wait for an answer as I pull Meredith with me outside, I unlock the car and we get in and the grown ups follow us too.
“This better not be a prank,” the man warned.
“If it is,” I say. “Then the joke’s on us.”
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Chapter 37
The way a mind works
The fall was painful, but not too painful. My arm throbbed a bit, but the nice lush soft green rumput made the fall less deadly. I managed to survive, and so did Meredith as she hugged me happily when we stood up. But we couldn’t have our moment for longer we needed to hurry.
Meredith and I ran from the kabin into the woods, similar to the exact same woods that Dorothy once ran from. I felt chills as my feet pounded on the floor, feelings of the deceased being pumped to my blood. But I shook them off and kept running.
“You think that them police would come?!” I asked, from the pounding in my ears.
Meredith shrugged. “Maybe! But a detik call doesn’t hurt, especially with no whispering, they might know who we really are.”
I nodded, trying to will my legs to go faster. It took forever but we finally reached the end of the woods, and we had to keep on running into we found a small neighborhood.
I felt a weird sense and suddenly I the feeling of being drowned in the water popped into my head again, but I was still running, but I was drowning too.
Meredith pounded on the door. “Help! Help!”
The door opened to a grumpy man glaring at us. “It’s one a.m in the morning! What do you-” His eyes widened. “You’re the girl’s from the tv!”
“We need to call the police! Now!” Meredith yelled.
The man nodded rushing us too his phone while he called out to the family, atau his wife if he didn’t wake up.
A woman with a harassed face entered in a robe, she looked ready to rip someone apart, but her eyes widened at the sight of us. “Oh my dear Lord!”
Meredith was yelling into the phone. “Hello! Were in trouble! We’ve been kept in this cabin! And I know who killed Dorothy Loreans! We need help, the kabin is close to where Dorothy was killed! The river! Yes! Where she was drowned!”
At the word drowned I felt the weird feeling again, I was here and yet I wasn’t. I couldn’t breathe and yet I could. I was standing and I was drowning. I was desperately trying to swim up, my brown hair blocking my view-wait a minute! Brown hair! That’s not Dorothy!
But who could it be? Who’s dying, who needs my help?! The girl moves around and the setting of the water is familiar, it’s the river, she’s being drowned in the river!
Carefully I survey the room, and sure enough I see these keys, and one of the attached keys is too a car, I run to it and grab the keys the women shrieks.
“Sorry! But we need to borrow your car!”
Meredith widens her eyes. “What!”
“Someone right now as were speaking is being drowned at the same river Dorothy was! We have to go!”
The man shakes his head, but the women puts a hand on his arm, “let them go.”
Meredith shakes her head at them. “Come with, please?”
But I don’t wait for an answer as I pull Meredith with me outside, I unlock the car and we get in and the grown ups follow us too.
“This better not be a prank,” the man warned.
“If it is,” I say. “Then the joke’s on us.”
*Thanks for reading! Please review, fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :)*
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on meja tulis, meja staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on meja tulis, meja staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
