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What happened to Perdy? |
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Unseen Path By: Breiana Breaux I flip on the light to my dark house. “Mom?” I call, trying to peer past the darkness and up the stairs. “Are you here?” No answer. Huh. Mom told me she was going to be here before I got home. She must have miscalculated the time. I sigh. Might as well do my school work until she gets home. I go up to my room and close the door. I go to my desk and sit down, opening my laptop and loginning in. It takes a little while, since the internet is so slow. Once I’m logged in, I immediately put on music and I start to write. After working for about thirty minutes, I receive a text. I ignore it, trying to focus on my work. I had to write a short poem about something going missing. I am sure I am going to get a good grade on it because I love to write. After about two minutes, another message comes in. And another. I ignore it, really trying to focus on my work. I flex my fingers and continue to type. I’m trying to concentrate, but it’s so hard to, with the house being empty. Normally it’s so noisy, as it is with having three other siblings. Ping. Ping. Ping. My phone keeps going off, until finally, with a frustrated sigh, I pick up my phone and read the messages. Hello, Perdy. Don’t ignore me, Perdy. You’ll regret it. I can see you. Can you see me? I stare at the unknown number, biting my lip. I peer out my window to see if I can see someone. When I see no one, I relax. Maybe this is just a hoax. If this was a hoax, how would this person know your name? A voice nags in my head. I quickly look out the window again before quickly deleting the messages. I shake my head and focus on my work again. The sun sets on the day… My phone pings again and I immediately turn to it. Answer me, Perdy Birdy. My heart races and my face flames at my dad’s old nickname for me. Nobody could possibly know my old nickname. My dad only called me that at home, never in public. If this person knows this… I bite my lip again, staring at my phone. Before I lose my nerve, I quickly type out my message. Who is this? I stare at the phone until I get another message. Think, Perdy. Who do you think this is? I look out the window. Still no one. Leave me alone. I start doing my work again. The front door bangs open, and I jump. I quickly hide under my bed. My heart races wildly, jumping up my throat. Footsteps pound on the stairway, and I squeeze my eyes shut. My door opens and I let out a little gasp. I clasp my handover my mouth so whoever it is doesn’t hear my loud breathing. “Perdy?” my mom’s quiet voice calls out. “Are you home yet?” I peek out from under my bed, and I see my mom glancing around. I heave myself from under the bed, where my mom is staring at me with shock. “Perdy, why were you under your bed?” Mom has her brown hair pinned in a bun. Her hair is almost the same shade as mine, except mine is a bit darker. “I was looking for a lost earring,” I say quickly, my face flaming with embarrassment. I look away and out the window, searching for a figure who could be watching me. My mom raises her brows. “Really?” “Yeah, I couldn’t find it though,” I lied quickly, the lie tasting bitter in my mouth. I have never lied to my parents, and it was surprising how fast I could lie to her. “Well, I just wanted to check on you before I go down to put up the groceries. Speaking of which, can you come help me get them out of the car?” she asks. She studies me for a minute. “Are you okay?” “Ma’am?” I ask. I don’t know why she would ask that. I feel okay, just a little scared from those text messages. “Are you feeling okay? Your blue eyes are clouding up like when they do when you’re scared,” Mom says. “Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go get those groceries.” I check my phone one last time before I go help Mom unload the groceries. There were no morre messages, so I took it as a good sign. I followed Mom downstairs and helped her unload the groceries. Mom was talking away, and I tried to listen. “Gertie is at dance right now, so I’ll go pick her up whenever I’m done packing groceries. Are you going to come with me?” Mom asked. “Yes,” I responded without hesitation. “Okay, go get ready then,” she said, so I went upstairs to my room. I entered my room and immediately stopped. My window was open, my curtains fluttering in the wind. I quietly closed my door and looked under my bed. I didn’t find anything so I looked all around. I looked in my closet, and crouched down to look on the floor. Satisfied that no one was lurking in my room, I straightened up. As soon as I did, a gloved hand slid over my mouth, preventing me from screaming. “Hello, Perdy,” a voice said before I was knocked unconscious. The End!!! A Poem By Perdy: The Unseen Path A trail of whispers, a fading scent of you, A path unseen, where did you disappear to? The air is heavy, with the weight of what's not there, A silent echo in the empty chair. Like a river lost, in a forgotten land, Your footsteps vanish, leaving no trace in the sand. I trace your outline in the falling snow, But all I find is the chilling wind that blows. The sun sets on the day, and the moon takes its place, A lonely vigil, in this haunting space. In the depths of my soul, your memory still burns bright, A beacon of hope, in the endless dark of night. |
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