Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27024986-20150929202310

 It happened two years ago. I remember I was in the bar from down the street. It was raining hard outside. Maybe in other cities it was normal, but in this town it never happened. Yes, it rained, but not something like a storm. I never saw such a stormy weather in my home-town. No... That was a lie. There was one time in my childhood. I think I was... like fourteen years old. I was living with my grandmother. I always lived with her. Although I have the feeling everyone was lying, I grew up with the idea that my parents died in a car crash. I think it was more comfortable like this. My parents didn’t had any brothers or sisters, the parents of my mother never made their identity known and my other grandfather died long before I was even born. So my grandmother was the only family I had. Even thought... sometimes when I was a teenager... I will often ask myself... if it would have been better if I would have been given in adoption.

 It’s not like she was a bad person… In contrary, I think if I would have met her when she was a teenager I’m sure she would have been the queen bee, in this case a good one and I would have had to fight with other boys just for going on a date with her. She was funny; she knew what, when and where to talk and she was like… the perfect woman. I also saw one of her wedding photos. My grandfather was a lucky man. The weird part was…The entire town knew her… Yes, as I said she was quite well-know woman for her character but it would have been normal only for the elderly people or the adults who were older, to know her…

 I recall, when I was a child, I would be playing with my toys in the front yard, and my grandmother would sit in her wooden swing drinking tea or reading an old book while watching me. The people, elders, adults… teenagers… even children will pass by, stop in front of the house and salute my grandmother. She would smile back. I think I was the only one between the two of us sawing the flashes of fear, confusion and anger pass through their faces. When I was going shopping, I will always hear the hateful words of the people beside me, towards me or my grandmother. None of the adults that I was interacting with were really communicative or helpful. They would only say Yes or No, most of the time no. But as everybody knows, children and teenagers were a different story.

 My school life… the most reasonable way to describe it is … disaster and humiliation all over again, and again. Demons, murderers, witches, freaks, weirdoes and so on… I don’t need to talk about the bullies or do I want to speak about them. I never understood what the problem was and I also never had any friend or girlfriend during the time. It was only good little old grandma. It’s clear I didn’t have who to talk to. Not even the animals liked me. The first reaction by seeing me was barking uncontrollably, trying to jump at me and bite me to death… there were even cases when they would suddenly froth and their eyes, at a point, jump out of their sockets… until my grandmother would appear in their vision and they would finally stop barking… cowering in fear and giving little whimpers now and then. There were some crazy dogs who would continue to bark more loudly from seeing her but… after a few days or a pair of weeks they will disappear for a while and be found dead for unknown causes in the backyards or for grotesque mutilation right in front of the porches of the owners. Or, so I heard. Grandma never let me go outside when something bad would have happened. Sometimes, I would hear her murmur: Thanks for protecting us Angie… while smiling, looking towards the ceiling.

 Our neighborhood was a quiet one and there was nobody with mental problems between us from what I knew. The police would only declare that was a fight between animals, take the body and leave. In one case, which was the one of the creepiest, the owner who was a teenage girl, I never knew her name, of fifteen years whose dog, a beagle puppy, got lost and she put various posts if someone saw or found him. The little guy was already gone for 4 months and since he was a puppy… her family didn’t have any hope of finding him. So they bought her another one on her birthday. After one week the other one disappeared too. And after one month, the girl woke up by hearing little whimpers. She recognized them as the voice of her first dog. She thought it was a miracle and searched in all her room… Until she stopped to the bed.

 She didn’t look under the bed at first because she knew her fist puppy liked more to hide in other places. And although she didn’t wanted to recognize it, when she woke up she felt like someone was under her bed and it was scratching the wood. She felt as if she was watched when, in fact,  she was alone. She finally mustered the courage to watch under her bed and quickly threw the covers that were stooping her vision.

 There was nothing. Just some old toys, some crayons and dust. Sighting she let herself fall in her bed thinking that maybe what she heard was from a dream. She had her eyes closed at first, but opened them when she felt something wet fall on her face. Scared just thinking what she will see, she slowly opened her eyes to see her ceiling. Her screams were heard by the neighbors too. Her mother who was home came running toward her daughter’s room. The sight she had was terrifying. Her daughter screaming like bloody hell while little droplets of bloods were falling over her head from the dissected bodies of the little puppies pinned to the ceiling with school material of her daughter. The police came and took the bodies to search them for any kind of clue. The internal organs were taken. It was as if someone dug with their hands in the bodies of the little dogs and after, crashed their bones by stepping on them. The heads were still attached to the bodies but… the eyes, the teeth, the tongue and even the brain were not there anymore. They were just carcasses filled with nothing. Their mouths open wide as if they were yawning or screaming. The hair was long ago gone and the skin was already disappearing, showing in some places the grayish white bones or the dark red of the muscles.

 The police didn’t have any way to explain this case. The girl, who lost it, began to run and scream profanities at our house and began to kick at the door. She nearly broke it down when she saw me. I was out with my bike. She began to scream at me and jumped to attack me but police stopped her in that moment. I was just a seven year old so I didn’t have any idea what was happening.

 She looked like the possessed girl of an old horror movie I saw a while ago. At least that’s what I thought at that time. Seeing her reaction the police officers took her to interrogate her. Grandma soon came out to see what was happening and as she saw me she immediately took me back into the house, asking me if I was alright. I asked myself, with what was she so occupied that she didn’t even heard the screams or the banging. The police officers explained to her what happened. This is how I found out about the story.

 The police finished the case with the poor girl as the killer and sent her to an asylum. At that time I knew somehow that she was innocent. Right now I’m sure as hell she was just an innocent bystander in all this business. After one week she did suicide stabbing an artery of her neck with a syringe and with her own blood she wrote that she promised her she will be happy. When they saw the death message everyone though at the same time that the she in the message was surely the nurse which was taking care of her. The police incriminated her as the responsible for pushing the girl towards suicide. As there wasn’t enough proof, the nurse was declared as innocent but lost her job. After four months she disappeared. Her body was never found.

 Seven years passed and peace came again in the neighborhood when the family of the girl left. I finally discovered her name: Roxanne. I also heard in the news the name of the nurse, but I could only remember her first name: Mary.

 I was fourteen. That was the time when my grandmother had a heart attack, which sent her to hospital. The heart attack came from the shock as seeing her house vandalized. They have been gone for a little trip out of town and the house was like the aftermath of a wild party. I was sure it was the bullies from the high school section of the school. They already made me visits before but that was the final blow. And it was also the time when I saw my first storm in our own little city.

 I never saw those two hits coming. As I said, Grandma was my only family. I couldn’t have lost her at that time. And the storm was one of the most powerful blows our town was hit with and it wouldn’t stop. Many disappeared during that storm. Weird facts: all the disappeared citizens were males and that Granny pleaded to me to stay by her side all the time, no matter what, until the storm disappears. As if she knew what was happening outside. I though at the time she maybe heard from the nurses that were passing by. How wrong I was. No… I just wanted to ignore the truth. My grandmother always knew why all those weird things were happening and I knew too… but I decided to ignore her just for a little bit of normality in my already fucked up life.

 "Hey! Joey!  What’s up? At least if you come here, don’t look like a zombie and talk to me!" I was snapped back from my though. In front of me was Alexander, the owner of the bar and my best friend. His father, the last owner, disappeared in that storm. His mother took the job of taking care of this place but then things got complicated with some of the costumers. Alex took over the business when he was old enough so his mother and sister wouldn’t be treated badly by their own customers.

 At the point of replying to him he beat me to it "Hmm, since you look so beat up and you practically ignore me, I already have an idea what is happening. Trouble in paradise? Or little Joey wasn’t enough for Isabel? Oh and also if you break up can I have her? That sweet ass of hers left me with many fantasies since the first time I met her."

 Punching him in the arm I replied "There isn’t any problem between us Alex so shut up. And two things more: Not even if hell comes, we will not break apart and second, you know she will prefer to beat your ass before you even touch hers."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Well you are kind of right with that. She can’t see the true potential I have in comparison with you. But you must have a reason for coming here so you better tell to your old friend the details. If not the next thing you see from me it’s going to be my door in your nose. The usual?" Made Alex a gesture towards the bottles of alcohol behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "No, I think tonight I want something harder. And I’m quite lonely since Isabel had to go in a trip with her patrol outside of the city." And somehow all the memories about my childhood and of my grandmother came back to me with the rain, but I decided to don’t say that part.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "They come and go isn’t that right? Anyway you know that my bedroom door is always open for you. And also the door of my sis." And he asks me why I have a girlfriend and he doesn’t. He gave me at last my drink.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Yeah, yeah, please don’t turn gay on me since I’m already taken." Just like always, Alex will be there to get your mood up with his bad jokes. Those were the beautiful times I hoped every day of my life. But what’s beautiful can be also deadly and this… I learned this on the hard way.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Taking a shot of my drink I nearly chocked "You wanted something hard right?" Alex asked looking unsure if he made a good choice accepting my request.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Yeah, yeah. It’s just… I haven’t drunk in a while. But I see you got many people tonight." I asked looking at the big number of people around me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Yes. In the past I would have said because of the rain but since you didn’t come for a while you don’t know the big news. "Alex said smirking looking towards the back of the bar. I then realized there was a scene.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "What’s up with that? Do you have karaoke or what? "I asked feeling quite curious about it.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Big news! We have a singer Sherlock! A new chick came in town, she asked me if there are any places where she could sing for a living and I had this brilliant idea. Now people come to eat, drink and at the same time to be entertained. And oh sweet momma you need to listen to her voice. It’s like she’s hypnotizing you. She’s the best solution if I want this business to grow big." Alex said with a prideful smile in his face.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "So did you try to jump at her?" I asked with a smirk on my face knowing already the answer.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "She is not interested. C’mon man, you don’t know any chick that is not blind?" He asked me with a begging yet playful smile.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "I think you should ask me the opposite question." I said chucking.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Why you little… OH, shut up! Let me teach how you can give to a business five stars. "Alex shifted my gaze towards the stage.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I should have never come that night. I should have never come to that bar to drink. I should have never become friends with Alex… If I shouldn’t have done that I think nothing that happened would have happened.

<p class="MsoNormal"> As I seen her, my body was full of shivers and my mind went blank. Black. All I could see was black. I remember her so clearly as if she could be right in front of me. She could be also in the room since I’m not sure. Stay calm, she won’t do a damn thing while I’m here. But she made clear a thing for me… there is no god for me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She came out from the back of the stage. She was wearing a long black dress which was matching with her long wavy ebony hair and her pale porcelain complexion too. I sent my stare towards her eyes. I was awestruck when I realized. She was watching me directly in the eye. When she saw me watching her too, she sent a sweet smile. Right now it disgusts me any way I think about it. It disgusts me more just by thinking that I liked it.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She began to sing. It was as Alex said and it only came a word to my mind:  a siren. It was like… like she was drawing you in. Like she begged for my attention. Although I felt like I was just drawing near my death, I still listened to it. An advice, always follow your instincts if you don’t want to end really badly.

<p class="MsoNormal"> The show ended. Alex asked me how it was but I didn’t answer. From that moment I can’t really remember the rest of the night clearly. I will try to get as much details as I can remember.

<p class="MsoNormal"> We went backstage and Alex presented her to me. I remember that the name was sounding familiar to me but I didn’t pry hard on my memory. Her name was Angel. If I think about it right now it’s really is a bad joke.

<p class="MsoNormal"> The rain didn’t stopped and she needed to go home. So I offered her a drive. My car was near so it wasn’t any problem. I don’t know why, but I have quite an idea, Alex didn’t talk at all between my exchanges with her.

<p class="MsoNormal"> We went to my car running. We entered it and chatted a little. I can never remember what I have told her but I’m sure as I have said what she wanted to hear. She smiled at me. Then I saw the color of her eyes. It was a really dark amber. Just like mines. Then I lost any self-control I had. She jumped at me and we begin to make-out. As soon as she kissed me I forgot everything I knew and also my own will over my body.

<p class="MsoNormal"> We went after that toward my place. We were still making-out, touching each other everywhere and slowly taking off our clothes since we entered the building. I think it’s clear what happened next. I still regret that I felt like it was the most perfect moment in my life! Isabel didn’t even come to my mind a second as if she didn’t existed! And the worst part is that I can’t even regret it even if I want to!... I don’t know if she will ever forgive me for what I’ve done. Not even I can forgive myself for pulling them in this mess along with me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> The only thing I remember thought is a little conversation during our session:

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Do you like spiders?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> No. "Yes."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Good. You’re just as cute and as obedient as your grandmother, Abigail. Maybe… I should keep you." She ended with a sinister giggle as we resumed to our activity. <ac_metadata title="My story deleted. Please read and show me whats bad. And before anything: THIS PART IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER"> </ac_metadata>