So, I haven't written anything in months. I haven't felt compelled enough to write! Last night I was talking to my husband and from out of nowhere, I was hit again. I don't mean hit as in physical. I mean the bug hit me once again. I felt compelled to write again. So, I will show you what I'm working on.
What If
What If
Jake wrapped his
long tan fingers around the knot and pulled it one last time. With a silent
sigh and a long glance towards the door, he placed the chair below the
rope. He tucked his dark blue shirt into
his jeans and threw the rope over the beam.
Elyse timed her arrival perfectly. Before Jake
could finish the knot, she placed her shaky hands on the door knob. “Jake, I
have something to show you.” Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she
looked around the room.
Jake
took the rope down and dropped it behind his bed. “What are you doing in my
room?”
Elyse
looked at the rope, and looked at his neatly combed dark hair. “Are you
planning on going out?”
Jake
shook his head. “Not really.”
“Well
get your booty in motion. Come on! I have something to show you,” squealed
Elyse.
“I’m
not in the mood.”
“Come
on! I found something very interesting,” whined Elyse as she moved towards the
rope.
“Unless
it’s a new family, I don’t think I want to hear about it.”
Elyse
paused and walked towards the window. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you still
want to follow through with your plan, I will help you myself.”
Jake
rolled his eyes and grabbed his coat. “Well, we need to hurry up because I have
plans.”
After
two hundred feet the two finally arrived at Elyse’s front door. She turned the knob and whispered a silent
prayer. After Jake walked into the front room, Elyse grabbed a long envelop
from a nearby coffee table. “Someone
left this one my steps last night.”
Jake
rolled his eyes and turned around. “I don’t
have time for this.”
“March
25th 2013,” whispered Elyse.
“Yeah,
that’s tomorrow. What’s so important about that?”
“December
13th 2073,”replied Elyse.
“Okay?”
“Jake,
just listen to me.”
“Oh
my goodness! This is so stupid. I’m busy.”
“Just
listen to me. This letter has five names. It has five names followed by five
dates. Each day has two paragraphs of
events that follow the dates. The first date is your suicide date. This is what
it says about you. Jake Bolilisa age 16, son of Mary and Todd Bolilisa. Two
days after your death, Mary will overdose on heroin. Jake Bolilisa will rob a bank two weeks from
her death resulting in his death and five others.”
“What?
Give me that let me see it.”
“No,
just listen to me. The second date is the date that confuses me. You are much
older, but the outcome is much better.
Jake Bolilisa beloved father and son to Mary and Todd Bolilisa.”
“My
parents hate me.”
“No,
I’m pretty sure they love you. It goes on to talk about a scholarship fund set
aside for children from the Truth Industry which you pioneered. It talks about
thousands of children gaining insight and comfort from your teachings.”
“Yeah
right,” murmured Jake. “Let me see it.”
Elyse
looked at the letter and slowly put it in Jake’s hand. “There are other names,
and towns that they live in.”
“How
did you get this?”
“It
was on my step. I don’t know who left it.”
“Do
you think it’s real?”
“Elyse
looked at the sofa and frowned. “I don’t know.”
“We
should check it out.”
“How?”
“Do
you have School Connect? Most of the schools link up on School Connect. They
use the yearbook photos as profile pictures to gain knowledge on other institutions.
If you have a computer we can see if we can link up with any of the other four
people.”
Elyse
walked into the kitchen and pulled a small notebook from the draw. “ Do you
believe me?”
“I
don’t know yet.”
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