The Quiet Place

Chapter 1 : Silent Musings “ …..Who are you?” , These words have haunted me since I became stuck in this grey place, with only my thoughts to fill in the silence. My life was stolen in my home, I remember sometimes, The smell of fallen leaves, The feeling of cold water flowing beneath me, When I return home…sometimes the people passing through sense me…more often then not. My old room looks more dusty than I remembered it….I wish I could know what I did wrong….What words I can use to describe my last feelings……I try to remember who killed me….But all I see is darkness, Who were they? , Why did they do this?, Who’s missing me?, Am I even being missed at all?, In this silent place covered in grey I wonder….Will these thoughts be the only thing left of me in the end….My body is gone but the chill in my chest hasn’t faded. I don’t know what will be the end of my life..or even if it will end but I know this isn’t my end yet. My memories should hopefully return and when that happens…..I finally might remember who I am, Where I came from, What I loved doing….What I hated doing….Did I enjoy my life?…..But I do remember some other things….like the sound of crying I wonder…..Can spirits cry in this void place?…I wish….I wish I knew what to do though….this loneliness, this silence. How can I say things when I don’t even know who I am?, My memories are fragmented and I feel so….Lost, What was I like before?, Was I kind?, Was I cruel?, Was I loved or was I hated?, I wish I knew…..But I do know that one day….maybe not today or tomorrow, I will leave this place. Goodbye Journal

Chapter 2 : The Bridge of Life and Death, You would think being dead makes you sad….I don’t know if that’s right or not. Sometimes when the pale moon shines I see a bridge…..Sometimes I see figures, it they fade before I can ask them. My memories….they’ve gotten clearer since I found these….These white crystals…I remember more now…I was…young…Or at least, I think so?, My name…..Why can’t I remember it?, I remember a bit more….about the one who stole my life….And my life before….I stole things….because my father said “ Good kids look after their parents “…I knew it was wrong, I KNEW but…!….I….I wanted my parents love..maybe if I got enough, my loving father would come back….he never did….The killer…?…Th killer was a family friend….I remember his face…blurry even know but…he was there During my family time he was ALWAYS there….that snake earring….Mama said snakes are cunning, I should have listened more, He helped me steal, Said I was good at it, I never suspected he…..he could do such a thing….Oh God, Mom….Dad….I’m so sorry, I miss you so much I just wish…..I wish I could have said goodbye…..I don’t know…I shouldn’t hate but….But he took everything from me!, I can’t remember who I am now!,….I should try and find him…Find him and see if I can get answers and he can sense me,…I won’t stop…Not until I find out why my life was taken, What reason can you give to take a human life?, This place….this grey place….the sun shines a bit more….Does that mean…?…That I might soon be able to rest?…Maybe….Soon…I close my eyes…..Why do I feel so tired?, Goodnight Journal

Chapter3 : Revelations :….I Remember now….I remember my killers name….His name was…Taylor Michaels, A friend of my dad….My dad was called, Dean. My mom, Denise, I had a younger sibling called Danny, It was snowing….it was snowing the night of my death….Me…and my family, We were making snowman….Taylor….He asked me to follow him, He said he knew a area where I could find the best pebbles to make snowmen, I followed him….Dad said I could….I followed him then too…Just like I followed him now, He…He doesn’t seem sad….Or angry…..While I was chasing snowflakes he….He pushed me into the frozen river….So…rry….That’s what he said…but why?…Why did he do it….?…After following him I think I know why. He..hated my dad…He didn’t know that my dad was nice to me either….I think a part of hm…Was scared that day….I saw his memories while I’m stuck here, in this place, Scared of being found….So he said I slipped and fell in….He senses me I think….I see the bridge getting closer, I’m almost….Home?, Free?, At peace?…….Regardless the bridge draws closer as my memories return….I head him crying….Begging for me to forgive him….I still feel cold but….I don’t think I hate him. In a way, he freed me from that life…I’m not happy about it but….I am glad he cared enough to give me my favourite teddy bear, At least I wasn’t alone…..In my last moments I wonder….Did he hate me in the end?, Even after I followed him, This eludes me but still……I’m nearly there…My time…Is almost up. Goodnight Journal

Chapter 4 : Finale…Name….My Name is Danielle I was…I was ten when I died….I loved the snow….and my family…..I…I wasn’t a bad child….I did things wrong and for that…I’m so sorry that I did them to begin with….I was always scared….I was always scared in the monster I saw in my room…under my bed…I named him, Mr Shred. My mom…My mom always left….Danny used to collect frogs…I wasn’t loved by my family….My classmates hated me, They nicknamed me “ Spoiled Snowflake “…I didn’t like them…but I didn’t hate them….I regret dying and seeing my parents cry,,,,I wish they could see me…Here about the grey field…Oh, It’s snowing now…The bridge….It’s right there……I’m no scared, I feel…calm, My feet are on the bridge…..Now….Now I can finally sleep, Mr Taylor….I don’t know if you can hear me but….I forgive you, I do not hate you…Live…Live your life and please…Please come and see the snowfields too, Please…Bring Mom…and Dad….and Danny…Journal…this is….my final Goodbye.