I went to a park down the
street.
I sat on the swing, protected from the
rain by the tree behind me. Sure I kept
bawling, but to be honest I felt a lot
better.
This park brought me down memory lane.
That was when life was good.
That was when my parents
didn't fight.
That was when I
believed in Santa, the tooth
fairy, the Easter
bunny.
That was when I wasn't
depressed.
That was when Autumn was still alive.
My childhood was amazing, but
did it have to go away?
Suddenly, I heard a
voice: "are you okay?"
I turned my head around
and saw the boy who I had bumped into
before.
"I'm sorry I bumped
into you before," He paused.
"My name's Noah."
"It's okay and
my name's Paris," I
said while wiping the tears
away.
"Were
you related to Autumn?" He asked
me.
Noah's POV
"Um no I was her best
friend," She answered. "Were you
related to her?"
"Uh," I completely
froze.
What was I supposed to
say to her?
"Noah! Come on we
have to be there!" My brother yelled.
Thank God!
Now I don't need to answer her question.
Paris'
POV
After Noah
left, I decided to walk home.
I put my hands in my pocket and felt paper in
my right one.
"What's this?" I asked
myself.
So that b*tch finally died huh? Good. She
deserved it. You'll be getting a lot more of these white
notes.
Always do what I say, or else.
And then I saw blood on the paper. Who send
this note to me? Is this some kind of
sick
joke?