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elysiannnnxd · 2 years ago

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Warnings: mention of minor animal death, possible wrong use of commas and periods, possible bad grammer, semi-proof read

PT 1/??

Synopsis: In the heart of small-town Colarado, where green fields stretched endlessly and mountains painted the background. There lived a young girl, about 20 years old named JR. she lived a rather simple life on her own with a Bio medical dagree in collage. as not much happened within the grounds, exept for the fact the woods where basically haunted, ghost stories arise and when one fateful night falls apon her ambition to find her lost dog, things might just go downhill from there.

Love by proxy

The night was dark and lonely, not a sound to be heard but my own footsteps against the gravel. Kicking the rocks long as my feet dragged, leading my body down to the forest. It was the middle of July and it wasn’t the coolest night, as I sweated just from the walk down the road. Only the stars lighting my path down the narrow and rocky roads. What was I doing? I was looking for my dog who had unfortunately run off a few days ago. I had missing posters up but no one would call or, when I asked, no one knew. So I took it upon myself to look for the brown basethound, though I had this gut feeling he wasn’t alive anymore—

“no. don’t think like that!” I mumbled to myself in a stern tone, as if I was scolding a child who had just done something it shouldn’t of. Hours passed, and I had made it into the woods. I had a switchblade handy in case of emergency, though I was unfamiliar with the roots because I didn’t go hiking or camping. Here, for that matter, no one did. Why? Ghost stories mostly, the tales of teens going missing and never returning, fibs of bodies showing up hanging in trees I never believed the ghost stories anyway, but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t concern or even frighten me just a little at least. Despite my efforts to memorize my surroundings, I couldn't deny that I was lost. This is just great… I walked along the darkened woods as the trees hovered over me, making the night even darker.. if I wasn’t careful, I could trip and fall and hurt myself. The stars were no longer of use, as I had to use my other senses to guide my path. I guess this is how blind people felt?

Unable to see, I could still hear, smell, and touch.. taste isn’t that big of a concern right now. The sound of wind blowing against my ears, along with the crunch of leafs and twigs snapping under my feet as I carefully overstepped the things I could see in my way. I had my hands out, feeling my surrounding such as trees I passed by, using the switch blade to slash the bark the of tree to mark where I had already been. I could smell the aroma of something dead. I guess that’s being expected.. it’s a forest full of animals and predators seeking prey, which only made me more feared for my dog.

I walked for a good few hours once again, my legs giving out, basically begging me to stop walking. It was now pitch black, and everything I could barely see before I couldn’t see at all now. My senses (besides sight) was heightened, until I saw a shine in the distance which lit my path, I took a few good minutes to look around myself, taking in the ability to see where I was walking I started again towards the light, it wasn’t too bright to blind me but that was probably due to distance, I got closer only to find it hanging to a tree.

My blood turned cold... I witnessed it hanging next to the body of my dog, the poor animal that seemed to have been brutally attacked. I could feel the tears prickle in my eyes as they formed, although I was reluctant to let them stream down my face. It took a good few seconds until I could feel one start to trickle, followed by another. And another. Distraught, I let out soft sobs as tears formed in my eyes. I sat by the tree to rest my knees, feeling sick to my stomach to the point of almost passing out. My eyes started to flicker shut in the moment of sickness, but not before I heard the sound of leaves crunching as if someone was walking on them, and i saw a pair of worn out sneakers approach.

Once I woke back up, I was in my room, placed in the middle of my bed with a soft blanket draped over my lower body. Was it just a dream? No, it couldn’t be. It felt so… so real and—why do I feel like I’m being watched? No matter… what mattered was my dog. If that was real, then he was dead, but if it wasn’t, then he could be out there still! I don’t want to give up on him, he’s been there since I was young, but I guess he was getting old… poor dog was suffering and I had meant to get him help but college and work had me busy all the time, he didn’t deserve a painful death…

RING! RING! RING!

“hm?” I hummed, turning to grab my phone off the bedside table to check who it was disrupting my train of thought, Caller unknown displayed across my screen. Maybe it was about my dog. I pressed the green answer button on the bottom right corner of my screen.

“Hello? who is this?” I started, then waited for an answer, but it went to nothing but silence… “helloo??” I echoed before a rugged voice answered. It sounded like a male, roughly in his 20s. He sounded like he had a stutter problem or speech impediment as he stuttered and struggled with saying certain syllables. Which I also did. Sometimes I struggle to speak like he did, because of my ADHD and anxiety. My brain worked faster than my mouth could and when I’m nervous, I struggle to form sentences so I wasn’t putting his stutter against him. He sounded nervous to be on call, as if he’s never called a soul before. I could understand. I hated starting the conversation. I was much more of a sit back and listen person, probably because of the social anxiety.

“huh-hey, is th-his, 1-000-000-0000?” The male asked. He knew my number, so I assumed, yeah, it’s for my dog.

“Yeah—yes. yes it is. Who- who is this?” I asked, only noticing I was a little nervous, too. I mean, there was no reason to be. I just felt weird talking to a stranger that had my number even though I put it up for the whole town to see. It was stupid to be nervous and ask who it was, but I needed the reassurance. I lived in a small town’d neighborhood, and it’s pretty easy to know every face and name there. But I didn’t recognize the voice all that well.

“uh.. yeah I’m cuh-alling for your d-duh-dog. I found him on the road. Looks like he’d been ran o-oh-over, but I don’t know where the body went.” the man answered, so, he isn’t gonna say his name? That’s fine, that didn’t matter. I guess it was just a starter question.

“Ran over? oh.. and you can’t find the body either?” I said with despair. If that was the case, I guess me going through the forest was a dream… oddly enough, it felt way too real, though. That’s what bugged me, and I wanted to know who that person was walking towards me. What did they want? Why were they in the woods? At least I had a reason to be there. Maybe they were a hiker? Possibly someone who didn’t live in the area because no sane person would go there unless they didn’t hear about the ghost stories. I hadn’t realized I was mumbling to myself until the caller intercepted.

“hey, you go-od?” the male asked. It snapped me out of my trance as I stammered over my words a little.

“oh! I was just- um.. I was just thinking?” I said, feeling embarrassed. Though he didn’t seem to mind it, nor care. Then I heard another male over the phone. I couldn’t hear all of it, but I heard; “—, get off the phone.” He let a small huff escape his lips, then a quick “bye.” and before I could respond, the man hung up.

“whatever..” I groaned to myself, then I shut my phone off to go downstairs. Once I reached the bottom I turned to my kitchen without a second thought, almost like its routine, and I made myself some cereal until it hit me, how strange I have a dream of my dog, and see a random person, then later get a call from a random guy? I’m overthinking this. I have to be. Whatever, it’s not my problem I have college. I can’t be late. As much as I don’t want to accept my dog’s gone, I don’t have a choice.

After grabbing my things and getting changed, I hopped in my car, plugging the key into the slot to start up the car, but as I drove, my mind could only be filled with thoughts of that night. As my mind raced and over-thought, my ears ringed and I felt sick, I should turn back home. I thought through the mess and images flashing through my mind. It was getting worse, causing my attention to slip away from the road as I put a hand to my forehead in pain. “Ugh… what the—“ I groaned as I hadn’t realized I had my foot aggressively on the pedal, the only thing I heard was a near scream before I shot my head up to the road, only to see me heading straight for the sidewalk and a girl trying to run out of the way, my hands immediately turned the wheel causing me to swerve into a ditch… the tires screeched and I think the car flipped on its side but I wasn’t sure because I knocked out because of the overwhelming headache and the crash.

Once I woke up, I was in the hospital, in a hospital gown. My forehead and left eye were wrapped in a nearly blood-soaked bandage. My body ached in pain as I felt unable to sit up properly. That’s until I heard the door open as a very worried-looking doctor had walked into the room.

“Oh, morning dear.. how are you feeling?” The very sweet sounding nurse said in a sing-song sounding voice, she put a hand to my head to feel my temperature, but that only caused me to wince in pain. She quickly retracted it. “Oh, sorry dear!”

“I- no, it’s fine.” I expressed that I didn’t need help, but she insisted. She sighed and sat next to me, carefully undoing my bandages starting from my legs up to see the wounds, which I didn’t even realize were there before she made contact. “How can you be fine? That crash was pretty bad. You fell into a ditch and had an oil leak, if police didn’t show up any quicker, you’d be burn to a crisp, good thing it was only a few burns.. we can’t even understand how you slept through all that.”

The situation shocked me, and I could have ended up getting burned. I didn’t know what to think of it. Why was this happening to me? July has to be the worst month, and I don’t even know what I did to deserve it. “You will have scars and burn marks but you’ll live, nothing to vital was damaged except for your hippocampus in the temporal lobe in the brain, which holds memory, so you have temporary memory loss. Along with that you damaged your leg pretty harshly, you’ll need to use cruches for the time being until it heals.”

She sighed, smiling slightly, “your friend is in the waiting room. Would you like to see him?”

My friend? I thought to myself, “yes please.” I replied in a more-so confused tone than intended. The women nodded. She soon turned to the door, walking out of the room to whoever awaited on the other side for me. A tall man entered, curly dark brown hair messily puffed out of the sides of the ashy blue hood he had draped over his head, despite the hood itself being blue the rest of the hoodie was in a more light brown colour, the sleeves were a slightly darker shade, with perpendicular lines in a lighter greyish-brown colour going down the sleeves, and the man wore a black pair of gloves. His ashy blue denim jeans seemed washed out and old, and so did his black worn-out converse that looked like they were falling apart at the seams.

“Who are you?” I asked, unable to recognize his face, as I never met this person in my life. The unknown man stepped forward, a small ingenuine smile plastered on his scarred cheeks.

“The name’s Toby, Your roommate.”

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