Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25880794-20141218211249

There is a girl that lives on my block that I fell in love with the first time I saw her.

She was there by the old willow tree, a smile on her face as I looked across from by backyard; immediately mesmerized by those eyes. I didn't know her name, I didn't know how old she was, but something told me I needed to know more about her.

I walked back into my kitchen where my mom was baking something, a cake I think and asked her who had moved into the house next door. She didn't really bother replying too busy cooking for the Sunday brunch for everyone that evening. I decided to sneak a piece of cake to the cute girl, walked across the yard to where she sat under the tree, her giggle immediately intoxicating me. We sat there, I think I talked her ear off; I knew I was in love.

I spent everyday after that with her, I remember the first gift I got her that beautiful pearl necklace she wore so proudly, her smile just became even wider. She loved me too, I could see it in her eyes. I was so happy to be hers and to know that we would never be apart from each other. One day though I came home and I couldn't find her, I panicked wondering if her family had moved and I hadn't heard anything from her. I rushed to my mom's side, asking her what had happened to my girl.

She asked me who I was asking about and my foolishness remembered I had never told my mother about the love of my life. I told her in detail how the girl next door and I had spent everyday together for the last summer, but as I told her all of this I couldn't help but to notice her expression became more and more concerned.

"Where did you go and spend time with this girl?" My mother asked, so I took her to the tree where she and I had carved out our initials. She shook her head, a tear streaming down her face and I asked her what was wrong.

"This is where they found the body, laying here under the tree decomposing, that poor little girl," she replied.

"Someone hurt her?" I asked in surprise, a feeling of nausea going thru my body, but what she said next haunted me even longer, "She died a month ago... Her body was laying under this tree the whole time, it wasn't found until a dog dug up the body, worms devouring what little skin she had left."

I wondered, had I talked to her ghost... Or to her corpse? 