story of the girl next door...and the boy who killed her... |
They say she went missing, the girl next door. No one knows anything, the police are floored. I talked to her one day, the pretty girl next door; I liked her a lot, so we played store. Whatever she did, I happened to do. If she jumped up and down, I jumped too. Maybe it's coincidence; we both had blonde hair. Hers was so long, I could only stare. Everyday, for a week or two, we played nonstop 'til we had nothing to do. One gloomy day, we went to the creek. Behind my house was where we would meet. I told her quietly we would play some games, we would swim in the river until the night came. Our parents weren't home, not until 4. If we got caught, we would say we were bored. So behind the house, and through the white fence, we walked slowly through the forest's dense. It was not until 2 that we arrived at the creek. The water was still, but we knew it was deep. Since we were tired, we sat on some logs. All was silent, except for the frogs. And that was when, we deeply confided, about our lives and our families divided. She told me that her mother was dead, and that's why every night she's afraid to go to bed. "Why is that?" I quickly asked. Her face was so distorted, it looked like a mask. "I don't want to talk about it," she retorted very quickly. "My father would beat me," she said very fickly. "What kind of father beats his child? I get scolded, but it's very mild." "If I told you, promise not to tell, for if someone found out, he'd surely be jailed." And at that moment when I crossed my heart, the trees started blowing, the very presence was dark. "Tell me now, it's almost about 4. You must hurry now, or you'l tell me no more." There were tears in her eyes, the color of the sky. She closed them up and began to cry. "I saw my father murder my mother. They always argued and fought with each other. I watched him make his way to the roof. I heard some noises, and then a big poof. The chimney is her final resting place. I remember that day, the pleased look on his face." There were tears in my eyes, and running down my face. I felt her pain in that beating place. Something came over me, the spirit of the night. The darkness came out, the hatred of my might. I pulled from my jeans the shiny blade of a knife, the one my father gave to me, the one I kept in my sight. The girl next door let out a shriek, the echoing of it, heard throughout the creek. "Be quiet," I say. "It's for your protection, against your father's evil direction." "What will I do with it? How do I use it? Why give this to me? I don't aproove it." I told her that when her father beat her, she would use the knife and become the teacher. I told her to stand, and showed her the way, the way to use the knife on that awful day. I was swinging and pointing the deadly blade, and all of a sudden, the red stuff was made. I looked at the knife, I wanted to dart. The shiny blade had gone through her heart. Her eyes were closed, she dropped to the ground. I looked at her body and then I knelt down. "Wake up, wake up," I began to say. "This cannot be your passing day." She never made a single move. I knew just what I had to do. With tears forming in my eyes, I pulled her body to the water's side. For His understanding, I looked to the sky. The sky turned dark-- there was a boy to hide. "Lord, I didn't mean for it to happen this way. You know I didn't mean to do what I did today." I pushed her body into the water's deep. I watched as the body began to slowly seep. I ran home through the dense thicket, and I burst out wailing upon the white picket. That night, I mentioned not a thing, as the police searched the area, and continued questioning. Now I sit in my chair, slowly rocking with a steady stare. My secret will be kept in my misery, until my cold grave beseeches me. I will now be known as a murderer. To myself, I killed the girl next door. |