The past five months had all been a blur to Becci. Becci recalled a lot of people telling her how sorry they were, how a lot of people cried and mourned, and she remembered many visits from miserable family members and even more visits to a local psychiatrist.
In her entire life Becci had never felt so numb with shock, and when her numbness went away she was drowning in sadness. However that wasn’t the most dreadful part, no; the most terrible part came when she was asleep. When Becci was asleep, the nightmares came. Her nightmares were filled with Mia; Mia lying on the ground, pale and bloody, Mia locked away screaming for help. And the dreams always took place in the same place, always in a park that Becci had never seen outside her dreams. Waking up Becci found herself shivering uncontrollably, her face shining with tears. Then Becci would roll over on her side and try her absolute hardest to get rid of the thoughts of Mia, her little sister. Yet she could never forget the thoughts of how Mia had been brutally murdered just five months ago.
“Hun, why don’t you go outside? You’ve been in here for ages,” Becci’s mother said, a look of pleading in her eyes. Becci’s mother wanted desperately for her to be able to cope over Mia’s death, how she wanted them to still remain a happy, normal family. That will never happen, Becci thought dolefully. Eventually Becci did end up going outside anyways to flee her mother’s stares. Staring around the backyard she gazed at the little swing set that had broken a month after its purchase, the swimming pool that used to be filled with every pool toy imaginable but now was bare with its water green from mold. A sob escaped Becci’s throat and she felt tears ooze down her cheeks. Images from her past pressed against her eyes like a film-strip. There was the image of Mia and herself on the swing set with Mia attempting to push Becci and Becci smiling at her sister’s feeble attempts. After that followed images of her and Mia floating in the pool, having races in the grass, catching fireflies at dusk. Becci’s knees gave away and she sank to the ground, now weeping severely. Before Becci knew it her mom was right beside her, hugging her and whispering, “I miss her too.”
The next morning Becci woke up groggy and disoriented. For what seemed like the thousandth time she had had the same nightmare again, about the day when the police had found Mia. Two burly looking officers had come to the house both bearing expressions of deepest sorrow. They sat down heavily at the kitchen table with both of Becci’s parents and told them that they had found Mia’s body, bloody and mangled. Becci’s mother had let out a shriek and the furiously burst into tears, Becci’s father had gripped the table his face paler than death itself, and Becci remembered the whole kitchen tilting to the side as her world fell apart.
Shivering at the memory, Becci crawled out of her bed and ambled into the kitchen. About to open the refrigerator she found a note from her parents saying they would be back at around seven. Holding the note in her hand Becci realized that she was still quivering. Feeling chilly and feverish Becci wondered whether or not she was coming down with a cold. Sauntering back into her room, Becci threw on a pair of jeans and her favorite red jacket. Then without a moments pause, she kicked open her back door and strolled out into her backyard. Ignoring the tears that were once again pressing at the backs of Becci’s eyes, she shoved past the gate that lead into the woods behind her home.
“You just need to get out of the house for a little bit,” she murmured to herself. Having come to the conclusion last night before drifting off to sleep, Becci wondered if maybe her grief over Mia was being caused by the fact that she had refused to leave the one dwelling that most of Mia’s and her happiest memories had taken place. Strolling on the path that directed into the woods, Becci’s hair dancing in the wind she felt a powerful surge of apprehension. Declining to give into the foreboding feeling she struggled to remain care-free and pleasant. Now Becci was deep within the woods, and panic seemed to be closing in on her. The trees rustled in the breeze seeming to almost whisper to one and other. Shadows swayed around Becci as if they were surrounding her. Speeding up a bit, she now noticed how eerie the woods appeared to be and immediately regretted coming.
With an abrupt awareness, Becci realized that the path she had been treading on had come to an end. Since she wasn’t in the mood to head back she veered left and continued into the depths of the forest. It was an entire half hour before she finally paused in her trek, and that’s when she saw it; a playground. A playground that looked too familiar. It was the park in Becci's dreams. Stepping tentatively towards it Becci saw that it was quite old and deserted. The metal slide that might have possibly been silver at one point was now a dark orange from rust, the swings too had been a victim of the rust and one of the swing seats was broken and hung there limply; an old-fashioned looking monkey bars stood to the side although it was missing a few bars leaving immense gaps. Out of nowhere Becci heard heavy breathing coming from the back of her. Don’t panic, Becci instructed herself but she was already shaking and hyperventilating. A hand swiftly clamped down upon her shoulder, holding Becci in a viselike grip. Becci screamed her head off but another hand came and smashed itself against her face. Barely being able to breathe she managed to break away from her captor and swiveled around to see him. A man stood there leering at her with a mouth of yellow and decayed teeth. His eyes were bloodshot and narrowed into malevolent slits and his face was covered in black stubble. He had a strong build to him and he gave off a stench that resembled strongly of alcohol. “W-who are you?” Becci choked out, her voice coming out hoarse since her mouth was dryer than a desert. The man let out a cruel snicker and edged towards Becci, who backed away but she could still feel his hot, foul breath on her face. “Don’t you know who I am?” the man asked drunkenly. Becci shook her head and he let out a cackle and grinned at Becci manically and whispered, “Of course you wouldn’t know. The cops never found me; never caught old Anthony” His hands were on Becci’s face and he gazed at her hungrily; she whimpered. “Scared aren’t you? So was your sister,” Anthony muttered. Becci’s breath caught in her throat and her heart thudded against her chest like a drum. Terror flooded through ever inch of her body at the words the man had just spoken. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Becci wailed and she started to run from him, her footsteps echoing loudly in her ears. With a strangled cry Anthony dived and grabbed Becci’s ankle. BAM! Becci crashed to the ground and tried to scramble away but Anthony was dragging her towards him. “YOU’RE GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE YOUR SISTER! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU JUST LIKE I KILLED HER!” Anthony roared, his fingernails digging into Becci’s ankle. This was how Mia died, Becci thought, and I’m going to die just like her. Strength Becci didn’t even know she possessed came over her and she broke free of Anthony’s grasp. Her breath coming out ragged, she leaped up and began running towards the woods. “Tired of the fun already?” Anthony asked as he slowly rose to his feet, “bored of all the fun and games? Then why don’t I just kill you now.” His hand plunged into his pocket and when it came out it was holding a gun. Ice traveled through Becci’s veins, making her freeze on the spot. “Do you want me to kill you? Huh? Want to join your dead little sister?” Anthony inquired his voice pulsing with rage. Tears poured from Becci’s eyes and then she lunged forward and knocked the man to the floor. Bang! Anthony’s finger pushed down upon the trigger but he missed her, narrowly. Anthony shoved Becci off of him and yanked her up roughly by her hair. He pressed the gun to her head, his finger still on the trigger. “You’re going to be dead. Dead, dead, dead,” he sang. Then he threw Becci to the ground and pinned her there with his foot on her neck. “Y-y-you c-can’t do this!” Becci howled. Anthony’s foot was pressed down so hard upon Becci’s throat that she could not mange to draw in breath. She was beginning to get dizzy and her chest was on fire in complaint to no air. “I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what I can and cannot do,” heckled Anthony, “I’m going to count down for you now…5.” Stay alive, Becci thought desperately, stay alive for Mia. That thought alone was enough to give Becci the strength to fight back. Her leg swung up and kicked Anthony hard in the stomach. Within a second he was hunched over, clutching his stomach and Becci took the opportunity at once. She got up from the ground and started to hurdle towards the forest. A thunderous roar and another bang told her that Anthony had recovered from her blow. His footsteps from behind Becci pounded in her ears and she knew he was hot on her trail. She wound her way between trees and her arms swung around her as she rushed to knock branches away. Becci let out a cry of pain when a particularly thorny branch smacked her squarely in the face. A cackle of laughter from the back of her made her jump and she rapidly gained speed. Becci whipped her head around to see if he was close by and as she did so she failed to notice the enormous tree root on the ground and with a loud thump she fell to the ground. Her right ankle was throbbing painfully and before Becci’s eyes it was turning purple; she had sprained it. Becci grabbed at a low branch and got to her feet, biting her lip so hard from the pain in her ankle that it emitted a droplet of scarlet blood. “Hurt are you?” Anthony asked calmly as he stepped away from behind a large oak tree. He chuckled, his eyes staring straight into Becci. Rage she had never experienced before erupted inside of her. She wanted to kill him, inflict pain upon that would be past endurance to give him the hell that he had given her sister. Becci’s face was contorted in fury with an almost inhuman way and she leapt towards him. His head thudded against the nearest oak tree with a loud, hollow clunk and he slid smoothly to the ground. Becci snatched the gun from him and loomed over him. Anthony opened his eyes weakly, a small steady stream of blood dripping down his face. The monster of anger inside Becci screamed at her to kill him. Becci closed her eyes and with the third bang of the day she shot the gun. The entire woods seemed to be motionless. Not a single leaf shook, the breeze seemed to have died…just like Anthony. Becci didn’t even bother to open her eyes as she turned around and darted from the forest.


Sorry everyone its a little late but I decided to post it anyways.