TALES UNTOLD

"THE ALLEY"

SUNNY ROWEN (PRESENT)

People don't get it They never do they always say they do but I haven't found a single person whose actually noticed or listened. People don't really understand that once they abandon you they can never fully gain your trust again because no matter how much I try to I know I can never go to tris if Im at my lowest because once abandoned always abandoned. They didn't have a reason to stay before why would they have one now? Isn't it astonishing how people can soo easily detach from you like your a speck of dirt on their shoes. And your only left with memories because once they get distant from you they take a whole part of you along with them. And when you look at the person you see a much new version, a changed version but in your heart you'll always feel a bit of emptiness because you lost such a close bond and there was no power in your hands to stop it from being utterly destroyed And so all you could do was watch as they made their life perfect and ruined you in the process , All you can do is watch as they take a step ahead into the future. A future where you don't exist.

Thoughts ramble inside me as I close my eyes briefly as the wind hits my face. Im tired, so very tired with everything going on.

It was as hard as it was with mom and now that letter.

The moment I entered my room the first thing I saw was a strange letter, I opened it and read it. I read it again and again and again and kept reading over and over again

Because it didn't make any sense, When I was a kid I used to write letters to my father which mostly consisted of me telling him about my day, Any new small accomplishments or in general anything. I always hoped he'd one day read them and understand how much I needed a father figure in my life and reply. I wasn't stupid enough to want to wish for him to come back though, that would only cause more discomfort to everyone especially mom. the letter on my bed however was one I wrote to him and I mailed it to his old house. I'd heard he'd moved away but I still sent those knowing he'd never receive them . Because I had to let everything out so I wouldn't suffocate in my loneliness and misery and sending those letters was my way of letting everything out. What I don't understand is who could possibly mail them back to me.

I sigh still walking on the foot path as the night passes and moonlight shines around me. I pass by the alley Nicole Warned me to never use that alley ever. She said something happened to Lynda in this same valley and when I tried to ask her what, she didn't look comfortable enough to share so I let it go. And I really should walk past it because its 3 am in the morning and Im wandering all alone crying and wallowing in self pity. Its not safe but I catch something move in the corner of my eye. I shake my head and move forward ignoring this feeling inside me that I just can't intercept what im feeling. But suddenly I feel a string hand clutch my forearm my head snaps at the person. But its too dark to see anything let alone the person all I see is dark black eyes.

The hand uses more force needed to pull me as a scream escapes from my throat. Panick fills my veins as discomfort and fear slowly take over my body. My knees and legs feel extremely weak and its like I have no energy.

I know what this is. Im freezing because of the fear, and this might be the worst thing that could happen. I feel a hand slap over my mouth probably to silence my screams and I don't recognize the smell as it fills my nostrils. Because whoever this is has a large hand that covers my nose and mouth and I just can't seem to comprehend what smell that is that covers the person's hand.