Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 65

Louis' P.O.V

"Eleanor?" I question as I walk towards her. She's dressed in short white dress that looks great on her of course along with her hair curled to perfection.

Finally I get close enough that I can almost touch her like before. Studying her facial expression she doesn't look too happy.

"Is that really you?" I ask dumbfounded.

She chuckles and it fills my ears as she tilts her head back before looking at me.

Eleanor nods, "Yes."

I inhale sharply before grabbing her into a warm hug hugging her tight and closing my eyes.

"Jesus I've missed you." I tell her

"I know, I missed you too."

"Where am I?" I ask her looking around the woods.

"We're on the earth plane." She says simply before running her fingertips on the bark of the tree.

Am I dead? "I- I don't get it am I dead? What's the earth plane?"

I watch as she nods slowly, "You are...now ,but I mean you can still go back."

Why would she suggest such a thing. I want her, I want Eleanor to be with her and stay with her forever wherever.

"What no. I'm staying with you Eleanor." I say standing my ground as I take in her presence.

She's barefoot...yet I'm dressed in a white plaid dress shirt, khaki pants and white converse like shoes. Did God dress me like this? Am I in heaven?

She shakes her head, "Still stubborn as before." she jokes.

I chuckle and grab her hand holding it, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." She smiles.

She has a glow to her..not too bright ,but she's still glowing. Her smile brighter than before.

"But anyways what's the earth plane?" I resume.

"It is where the after souls of humans stay, until they are ready to go." She explains.

I swallow hard at the word go.

"Go wh-where?" I ask

"To heaven."

"So, when we are buried that's when we're ready?"

She looks down when I say the word we ,but looks back up.

"No, not exactly. Actually whenever. As long as you have closer and you don't hold a grudge and such."

Closer...it hasn't occurred to me that I'd forgotten that my girlfriend was brutally murdered. But who did it?

"Who'd done it Eleanor?" I ask hoping for her to tell me.

"Done what?" She asks

"Who kill-" I am cut off by angelic music. Eleanor takes a few steps looking down the hill.

I follow behind her before looking down to many girls well maybe about seven or less. They all walk towards the one tree in the center of the terrain. Some running, laughing others flipping and the rest skipping. They might as well range from the ages of 14-20.

The melody continues, it's quit beautiful to be honest. Yet who are these girls?

"Who are they?" I ask her leaning to he side.

"They're some other souls that roam the earth plane. Ones that have a harder time leaving..." She explains.

"Why?" I ask her.

She turns to be, "Let me show you." she says grabbing my hand.

I blink opening my eyes to a dark room looking around. Seems like a basement to me. I turn and jump as I see a young girl hanging from the ceiling with a rope tied around her neck swaying back and forth.

"Jesus." I breath as I study her pale face which have some bloody scars.

My attention turns to Eleanor who squeeze my hand. The melody has stopped only having the drops of water from the ceiling fall upon the cement floor with a thick, tack, thick, tack.

"This is Maria Orlando, she was only seven when she was murdered...her murderer has been on the run. He raped and killed her leaving her here...in this basement never to be found." Eleanor says solemnly.


"Is she one of the girls on the Earth plane...by the tree?" I ask wondering.

"Yeah, she is. Come on." She says holding my hand leading me up the stairs.

All of a sudden we are on the side of a highway with cars racing past us. My heart jerks as we are extremely close to the zooming vehicles.

"Louis." Eleanor calls and she orders me to turn around looking down in a lake.

A girl floats with arms and legs widely spread, head down in the deep dark looking water. Her skin almost girl yet her yellow like hair with very little color.

"Who's that." I ask

"Madison Chespi, murdered at the age of nineteen. Her best friend had her raped by her ex boyfriend. Later dumping her here where she was found and buried." Eleanor whispers.

"Is her best friend arrested?" I ask

"She is.." She says simply.

I nod and quirk her a small smile before blinking. My eyes open seeing that I am in a small room that is desperately chilly a bit. Looking around the room is decorated like a child's room ,but no dead body.

" Susie Salmon. The second oldest of her family... murdered and brutally raped by her neighbor. Her body has not been found... only we know where it lies though. As for her killer who died of a falling accident on ice... never to attend trial...never to have justice for Susie." She explains quietly.

"Where's her body?" I ask

"In an underground pit inside a bag which has already been closed up and sealed never to be found." She says looking down.

I sigh heavily, "Wow, I'm ---"

"One more." Eleanor adds

I nod.

"Come."

I follow my girlfriend up a ladder to find myself in front of a wooden heavy door. An apartment probably. My eyes look up at the numbers carved upon it, 215.

Eleanor slowly turns the knob before walking in. She sighs shakily as her eyes look around and me following her into the barren living room. I look to see her eyes glossy.

"Eleanor?"

"Yeah.." She says trying to hold the tears in.

"What is wrong love?" I ask her.

She finally lets a tears fall before wiping it with her hand, "Just...just haven't been here in a while." She explains.

I look down, the apartment isn't in good shape at all. With only a dusty mattress on the floor, a very small coffee table with a lamp on it. Ropes are in a pile in the corner... connected to the wall as well as the windows boarded up. My eyes widen as I see blood smeared in the center of the floor to what looks like a kitchen.

Looking at Eleanor her eyes meet mine before I let go of her hand walking towards the trail of blood.

Tears brim my eyes and my throat gets dry, no. This isn't it. This can't be her.

I look down at the dead body my girlfriend. She's dresses casually with her head slightly turned to the side as well as her eyes closed. No breathing movement at all, as her hair covers her face giving me only a few glimpse of her still beautiful face. As for the wounds. Oh Lord the stabs wounds, so many in so many places...Jesus have mercy. So brutal and torturous. Her wrists in slits as well as her shirt soaked in her own blood, my eyes are now swollen due to my weeping. The rope around her neck lays still.

That's her. This is her. This is my girlfriend.

My head turns as I see Eleanor in tears walking over to me. I feel so light headed.

"Eleanor Calder, murdered August of 2013. Held hostage and later beaten and killed..." she takes a deep breath sighing, "...found by the police after days of missing ,but sadly her murderer roams freely today." She explains as she looks down.

I don't want her to cry. I don't want her to remember. I want her to forget and just carry on even with being dead. My eyes never leaving her body which is as lively as her personality, I wrap my arms around her hugging her tightly.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper in her hair.

"It's not your fault." She cries one last time.

By the time I let go we are back on to of the hill looking down at the girls who are gathered around.

Looking back I see a pattern...both Susie, Madison and...Eleanor were murdered. Like she said this is where the souls stay until they're ready. It all adds up on how they left the world so sudden and brutal that they may hold grudges...against their murderers. Not ready to let go.

I look at her noticing she's smiling a little.

"You okay love?" I ask her.

"I'm fine sweetie, want to go and meet the girls?" She suggests.

"Sure." with that Eleanor grabs a hold of my hand leading me down the hill.

I spread a smile across my face, maybe the afterlife isn't so bad. Maybe this is where I belong.

Notes

The melody of when the "alarm" for the girls to gather-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmZ5HEaVMjA

I hope you liked it.

Comments

@Sameria
Yea

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.