Seven Words
Chapter Five
***The Next Day>>> Visiting Aaron***
I walked up to the door, checking the address so many times. About 30, I believe. I knocked slowly on the door, hoping there was not a serial killer behind it.
He texted me this morning, saying, "Can you come over? Need to talk. 234 Edmonds Lane. Xx Aaron" So here I am. No one answer so I walked in.
"Aaron?" I asked.
"Aaron!" He always answers his front door…
"AARON?!" I began to search frantically until I became face to face with my horror.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Jessie Hayven, my best friend’s brother. The noose.
The note. "Kirsten, You’ll understand, go into Aaron’s room.” It read.
I was scared of what other horrors I would find, but I only found a note and Aaron face down. In the pillow. The note read, “Too hard. Krista Chellen. She was mine.” He’s? No. He can’t. No. No! No! I turned him over. His usually bright and cheery light brown eyes were now a cold, deep, dark brown. By the way his arm was clenched he was holding something beneath the pillow. I lifted the pillow up, like 20 bottles were hidden. Okay, I don’t even know how that’s possible. Tears didn’t just start to fall, they just welcomed my face again. The tears were coming out fifty at a time, inch, by inch, then…
Floor. I ran out, not being able to face the horror. There was only one person I knew lived in this area, my friend, Destinee, who had just moved here. She was really more friends with Aaron, but she was still my friend. I ran and ran just hoping I’d run into her, which never happened. I stopped, once the intruding tears were stealing the rest of my vision, I called her,
”Hello?”
”Destinee?”
”Yeah, it’s me. Is this, Kirsten?”
“Yeah. Where do you live? I’m in Edmonds and I need to talk to someone.”
“987 Edmonds Lane.”
“Okay.” I hung up. Using the vision I still had, I saw that luckily, that was just across the street. Haha, my luck, right? No. Not at all a time for joking. The tears robbed the rest of my vision so I had trouble knocking. But I did, ever so weakly.
“Kirsten, what’s wrong?”
“He’s gone. Destinee. Aaron’s gone.” I said.
I walked up to the door, checking the address so many times. About 30, I believe. I knocked slowly on the door, hoping there was not a serial killer behind it.
He texted me this morning, saying, "Can you come over? Need to talk. 234 Edmonds Lane. Xx Aaron" So here I am. No one answer so I walked in.
"Aaron?" I asked.
"Aaron!" He always answers his front door…
"AARON?!" I began to search frantically until I became face to face with my horror.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Jessie Hayven, my best friend’s brother. The noose.
The note. "Kirsten, You’ll understand, go into Aaron’s room.” It read.
I was scared of what other horrors I would find, but I only found a note and Aaron face down. In the pillow. The note read, “Too hard. Krista Chellen. She was mine.” He’s? No. He can’t. No. No! No! I turned him over. His usually bright and cheery light brown eyes were now a cold, deep, dark brown. By the way his arm was clenched he was holding something beneath the pillow. I lifted the pillow up, like 20 bottles were hidden. Okay, I don’t even know how that’s possible. Tears didn’t just start to fall, they just welcomed my face again. The tears were coming out fifty at a time, inch, by inch, then…
Floor. I ran out, not being able to face the horror. There was only one person I knew lived in this area, my friend, Destinee, who had just moved here. She was really more friends with Aaron, but she was still my friend. I ran and ran just hoping I’d run into her, which never happened. I stopped, once the intruding tears were stealing the rest of my vision, I called her,
”Hello?”
”Destinee?”
”Yeah, it’s me. Is this, Kirsten?”
“Yeah. Where do you live? I’m in Edmonds and I need to talk to someone.”
“987 Edmonds Lane.”
“Okay.” I hung up. Using the vision I still had, I saw that luckily, that was just across the street. Haha, my luck, right? No. Not at all a time for joking. The tears robbed the rest of my vision so I had trouble knocking. But I did, ever so weakly.
“Kirsten, what’s wrong?”
“He’s gone. Destinee. Aaron’s gone.” I said.
Hah
8/16/13