Pain and Torture

Good morning everyone!  Happy Memorial Day to all of you.  I hope you have a lovely day with friends and family and spend some time remembering those who have served our country.

Today’s story has nothing to do with Memorial Day, unfortunately, and it is very Dark.  I hope you enjoy and I will see you on Friday!

Pain and Torture

Pain and Torture

Benji sat in the darkness, his hands stuck behind his back.  His head was pounding from being hit by a two by four across the back of his skull.  He tried to open his eyes but quickly shut them because it hurt so badly to open them all the way.  Benji wasn’t sure what happened; all he knew was that he was in a lot of pain.

Something squeaked in front of him, presumably a door opening.  Benji could tell a person entered the room, even though he wasn’t able to see them.  There were heavy footsteps from his attackers boots, clomping toward his bound body.  A hand grabbed Benji’s chin and forced it upward as if they were wanting Benji to look at them.  The fingers were cold and they squeezed Benji’s cheeks.  “So…have you had some time to think about what you did?”

Benji’s eyes slowly opened to see his kidnapper standing in front of him.  The man was wearing a black hoodie and a black mask.  He was tall and bulky, someone liked to work out.  Benji slowly closed his eyes, trying to relieve a little bit of pain.  “I…I have had some time to think.”

“And?”

The man’s voice boomed loud through the room, making Benji’s head spin a little.  He swallowed.  “And…I still am not going to tell you.”

Suddenly Benji’s body flew out of the chair and landed on the floor.  He hit his head on the cement and felt the pounding become even more pronounced.  Something hit him in the middle of the back causing Benji to cry out in pain.  He covered his head with his arms, praying that nothing else bad would happen to him.  But he was wrong.  The same object hit his arms in an attempt to break them away from his head.

The man grabbed Benji and picked him up off the ground.  He was thrown against the wall, his heading hitting the drywall with a thud.  His body fell to the floor and he cried out in pain.  But no matter what pain and torture he went through, he wasn’t going to give up the secret.

He laid on the floor in pain.  The man walked up and kicked Benji in the shoulder, forcing him to lay on his back and look up at his attacker.  Benji slowly opened his eyes to see her attacker standing over him.  “So…have you thought any more about why you are here?”

Benji swallowed and nodded.  “Ye…yeah…yeah…I have…”  Each word that Benji said was getting harder and harder to say.  His chest was in a lot of pain and whenever he talked he felt a sharp pain stabbing him.

“And…”

“And…”  Benji felt his voice starting to shake.  “And I will not tell you.  I refuse to give up where my sister is.  You don’t deserve to be with her.”

His attacker slapped him across the face and then spat on Benji’s face.  “All of this would be over if you just gave me what I wanted.  Have you thought of that?”

Benji slowly nodded.  “Yes.  But my sister’s safety is more important than my well being.  So you can keep beating me all that you want, but I will not tell you where my sister is.  You could even kill me.  And then you still won’t know where she is.”

The man’s shoe connected with Benji’s head and Benji’s body flew across the floor.  “You will tell me where she is!  You will tell me what I want!  But, I understand.  I understand that you want to keep her safe.  Maybe you will change your mind after a couple days.”  He kicked Benji again and left the room.

Benji laid in the middle of the floor, his head pounding harder than it had when he woke up.  He managed to crawl over to the wall and leaned against it.  He grabbed his head and tried to massage it hoping to make it feel better, but it didn’t work too well.  He closed his eyes and slowly started to breath in and out.  Benji tried to relax as much as he could but it wasn’t working out too well.  But, he was staying strong and keeping the secret.  His family was more important than his life, so he was willing to die to make sure his family is safe.  His sister was safe and that was that mattered.

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Nightmare

Hello!  How is everyone doing?  Did you enjoy the Alphabet Series in all of April?  I hope so, I put a lot of time into it and really enjoyed writing it!  But this week we are getting back to a link party from Grammy’s Grid.  She has given us a new prompt to write a story with.  This time, the prompt goes as follows:

She closed the book she was reading and turned out the…

This story is in the Dark category.  Enjoy!

Nightmare

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She closed the book she was reading and turned out the lamp that was sitting next to her.  Avery slowly stood up and made her way across the dark living room, being extra careful to not stub her toe on the edge of the furniture.  She slowly stepped into the hallway and made her way toward her bedroom.  It was close to midnight and she was exhausted.

Her hand reached out and gripped the doorknob.  She gently turned the knob and pushed the door to reveal her bedroom.  It was dark inside her room, she must’ve forgot to turn on her bedside lamp before she went to the living room to read.  Avery took a couple steps inside and turned the small dial on lamp.  It clicked once and the light didn’t turn on.

“Huh…the light bulb must’ve burned out.  I’ll get a new one in the morning.”  She stepped to the side of the room and flipped on the switch of her ensuite bathroom light.  When she turned around to look her room, something scurried under her bed.  Avery was taken aback, what was that?  She cautiously walked over to her bed and bent down onto the floor.

She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary under her bed.  Just a box of shoes, a tub of clothes, a file with past bills in it, and a box of mementos with a pair of eyes sitting on top of it.  Wait…those eyes weren’t supposed to be there.  Avery screamed and backed away from the bed.  What was that?

A loud thundering noise came down the hallway.  Avery’s roommate Lydia opened the bedroom door and looked inside, here eyes as wide as saucers.  “What happened?”

Avery pointed at her bed.  “There’s…there’s something under my bed.  I don’t know what it is but there’s something there.”

Lydia walked over to the bed and got down on her hands and knees.  She peered under the bed.  “What is it?”

“I don’t know but it was sitting on top of the blue tub.  You can see it’s eyes.”

Lydia turned and looked at Avery.  “There’s nothing there.  Everything under your bed is normal and there are definitely no eyes.  It’s probably just because you were up late and now you can’t see straight.  Just go to bed and relax.”  She got up off the floor and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Avery sat on the floor in confusion.  Maybe Lydia was right, she just needed to get some sleep.  Avery stood up, flipped off her bathroom light, and hurried over to her bed.  She quickly crawled under the covers and waited.

There was nothing.  She didn’t hear any noises coming from under her bed.  She was tired, there was nothing under her bed.  How old was she, two?  Avery rolled over and faced the wall, shutting her eyes to try to get some sleep.

Scratch Scratch Scratch

Avery’s eyes flew open.  “What was that?”  She flew out of her bed and grabbed her phone off the table.  Her fingers tapped the screen and clicked the flashlight icon.  She looked under the bed to see what she had been hearing.

A hand came out from under the bed and grabbed Avery.  She screamed as loud as she could, hoping that Lydia would hear her.  The hand dragged her under the bed and down a deep pit.  Where was this?  How had she never seen this under her bed?

She was dragged down a long tunnel.  Avery didn’t know where she was going but she felt like it wasn’t going to end well.  Her voice was going hoarse from all the screaming she was doing as she was dragged by the mysterious arm.

Her body stopped and Avery didn’t know if she wanted to look around her or not.  She rolled over to see a figure standing at her feet.  A hood covered his face and his coat was all the way to the ground.  He wielded a scythe that was the same height as he was.  Avery looked at him and screamed as the scythe swung toward her face.

“No!”  Avery covered her face with her arms and opened her eyes when nothing happened.  She was in her living room still sitting on the couch.  Her book still sat open on her lap and the lamp was still on next to her.  She looked around the room to see the wall clock.  “3:45?  I need to go to bed.”  She slowly stood up and turned off the lamp.

Her body made it to her bedroom, which was brightly lit from her bedside lamp.  She walked over to her bed and crawled under the covers.  She flipped off the light and rolled over.  This was reality, not a nightmare.

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L is for Lost

Hello!  Welcome back!  I hope you are ready for the next blog post in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  If you missed the last blog post, definitely go read that one.  Click here, or you will be very confused in reading today’s installment.

For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

L is for Lost

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Aspen woke up in the middle of the cemetery laying next to Jacob’s grave.  Her head hurt from all of her anger and crying that she had finally released.  She rubbed her forehead, trying to remember what she had said.  And she really hoped that no one had heard her.

She slowly stood up and dusted herself off.  She turned and looked at Jacob’s grave again and spat on it.  He deserved it.  She made her way to her park to try to clean up before wandering around the city again.  She rinsed off in the bathroom and brushed her hair before leaving.

But once she got outside she noticed something different.  The jungle gym wasn’t the same, there was no water fountain for the kids to play in, and no bouncy dinosaur toy.  There weren’t any hills for the kids to run around and roll down and there wasn’t a small dog park.  This park wasn’t the same park she normally stayed in.

She started to panic.  She had no idea where she was.  Did she turn a different direction out of the cemetery?  Did she actually walk so far as to enter another city?  Maybe she was going to be safer here, wherever here was.

Aspen slowly started walking around the park.  It was a lot quieter than the one she normally stayed in: no one was driving by, there were only birds chirping in the air and a slight breeze filling the air with noise.  There didn’t seem to be another single person in the world, it was only Aspen and her thoughts.  As she walked along the sidewalk path she tried to take in where she was.  But nothing seemed familiar.

Was she even in the same town, or had she managed to walk to a completely different city?  Was this really happening?  Aspen sat in the grass and looked up into the sky.  The sun was still rising but there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky leaving the sky to be absolutely picturesque.  It was perfect…maybe too perfect.

The sound of a siren pierced the quiet morning.  Aspen snapped out of her daze and looked around.  Where was it coming from?  She had to get out of there and had to get out of there fast.  But the park was so empty, there wasn’t a single bush that she could hide it, so she decided to just keep a low profile.  She stood up and started to walk toward the front of the park, hoping to pass by the police without them noticing.

She peered around the edge of her hoodie and saw the police running toward her.  “Aspen Thompson stop right there!  Get down on the ground!”

Aspen bolted.  She ran, somehow hoping that the police weren’t going to be able to follow her and she could hide.  She was running as fast as she could out of the park and made it to the street.  The sound of pounding footsteps running behind her was making Aspen push harder.  There was a crack and Aspen fell to the ground with pain in her shoulder.  Something hit her back and Aspen winced.  “The sheriff doesn’t care if you are dead or alive, so I might as well take you in dead.”

There was another crack and Aspen’s eyes flew open.  She was still in the cemetery laying next to Jacob’s grave.  Her head was pounding and she couldn’t think straight.  That dream was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could’ve happened.  But she was thankful that it wasn’t real.  She was thankful for being in a place that she knew.

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J is for Justice

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For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

J is for Justice

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Justice for Jacob

The family of Jacob Barstow is devastated at the news that his killer, ex-girlfriend Aspen Thompson, has escaped from Springstone State Prison.  She escaped with 8 other inmates, all of who have been recovered.  The family heard of Thompson’s escape shortly after the event.

Megan Barstow, Jacob’s mother, was willing to speak to us regarding Aspen’s escape.  Barstow was not only shocked but distraught to hear the news. “She took our son away.  She a brother away.  She took a friend away.  She did so much damage with that one bullet.”

Jacob’s father, Nathaniel Barstow, was also rattled by the news.  “She should’ve been watched more carefully.  That girl is insane and needs a lot of help.  But even if she got all the help in the world and get better, but none of those things will help bring our son back.  Nothing will be able to bring my Jacob back.”

When speaking with officers from the prison, they stated that Thompson did not seem like the kind of prisoner to escape.  Officer Vertes spoke highly of Thompson, saying that she was a model inmate.  “Thompson was smart.  She never got into any trouble and really kept to herself while she was inside.  But when the escape plan happened, she took advantage of it.  She was sneaky, finding ways around the cameras and out into the yard before climbing up the fence and into the forest.  We sent officers into the forest but she was never found.”

The escape plan was put into action by Raven ‘Missi’ Moreno.  She worked in the library and according to officers, she found a way to open all of the doors and turn off the cameras for everyone to escape.  Officers were not made aware of the hack until all of the inmates started to escape.  Out of the 9 inmates who escaped from Springstone, Thompson is the only one who hasn’t been recovered.

The Barstow family has asked everyone to keep an eye out for Thompson.  They have asked anyone who has any information to please contact their local police department.  Authorities say they aren’t sure if Thompson is still in town or if she has traveled further away, but they say any information on her whereabouts would be greatly appreciated.  The Barstow family is also offering a small cash reward for any useful information.  All they are asking for is justice for Jacob.

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I is for Insane

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This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

I is for Insane

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She wandered around the city until she was physically exhausted.  Her body fell onto a park bench and she put her feet up on the bench to take some weight off of them.  It had been a stressful day so she just wanted to rest.  All she wanted was to forget about what happened.

Once Aspen was finally rested, she started to move again.  She wanted to get back to the park where she slept the past couple nights.  It was quite a distance to travel, but she didn’t mind.  She was used to that park so she wanted to stay there, no matter how far it was.

As she walked she drew closer to a cemetery near the outskirts of the town.  It was spooky at the early hours of the evening.  There weren’t any visitors as people were leaving work and ready to spend the night with their loved ones.  Some of the grave sites had flowers on them and others had small flags.  There was a gentle breeze that kept the air cool and refreshing.

She came to a stop in front of the gates.  They were open, but there was something that was keeping her from going in.  She had passed the cemetery every day on her way to the park, but the cemetery still felt unfamiliar.  There was a small fear that was holding her back and keeping her on the street.  But there was also a small bit of curiosity.  Was a cemetery really as calming as people said it was?

Aspen cautiously took a step and walked through the grave sites.  She read every name and prayed for them.  Even though she wasn’t a religious person, it felt like the right thing to do.  She wanted them to be blessed and she hoped that they passed peacefully.

She walked down the rows and looked at all the sites.  But she came to stop at one gravestone in particular.  The name JACOB BARSTOW was etched at the top of the headstone with a nice message underneath.  ‘Son, Brother, Friend.  He left us too soon but he will forever be in our hearts.’

“Idiots.”  Aspen whispered.  “If only they new the pain that I was suffering.  If only they knew how terrible of a person their son was.”  She started crying as she stood next to Jacob’s grave.  “If…if only I was brave enough to tell someone.  I…I wish I was brave enough.  I wish I did something about this.  I wish…”

Aspen paused before throwing her head back and screaming toward the heavens.  “I wish my life was normal.  I hated Jacob.  He hated me.  He said he loved me but I know he didn’t.  I don’t know why he was with me.  I hated him.  I thought I loved him but I know I didn’t.  He didn’t deserve me.  He deserved to die.  He deserved every single moment of pain that he suffered when I killed him.  He deserved to suffer.  He deserved to feel how much pain he put me through.  He deserved to have all the pain that he caused me for the years that we were together.  I hate him.  I hate him.”

She crumpled into a small pile of tears on the ground in front of Jacob’s grave.  She hadn’t really expressed her feelings of hatred to Jacob.  She kept everything bottled inside of her, letting it build up inside of her until she exploded.  It felt good to let everything out and finally say how she felt.  She felt the weight get lifted off of her shoulders and she relaxed into a deep sleep.

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H is for Hiding

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This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

H is for Hiding

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Aspen slowly made her way to a row of bushes behind a small neighborhood.  She crawled into the dirt and laid down on a blanket she had purchased.  It definitely wasn’t comfortable, but it was a something.  And she was hidden, something that was needed now that she was on the run.  But all she needed to do was relax and hopefully get some much needed rest.

When Aspen set up on the street corner, she didn’t know what she needed to really do.  All she knew was that she needed to sit there and hope that people gave her money.  It was all how other people felt.

She had been sitting there for a couple hours when she saw a police car in the distance.  She quickly stood up and made her way away from the corner.  Her feet started taking her down the sidewalk and to an unknown location.  Aspen felt her heart start racing as she walked down the street.

Aspen looked over her shoulder to see the police car turn the corner toward her.  She started walking faster and turned into a small alleyway behind a Wendy’s.  Her body turned and she leaned against the wall, trying to look like she had been there for a while.  She covered her head with her hood and peered around the edge of the hood for the police car.  The car drove by the alley without stopping and Aspen let out a sigh of relief.

She carefully walked out of the alley and back onto the street.  She started following the police car in hopes that they wouldn’t notice.

Suddenly she jumped as the loud cry of a police siren cracked through the hum of the busy street.  Aspen spun around as saw a car coming down the street right for her.  She tried to keep her cool and turned into a store along the street.  It was a furniture store, but it seemed like the perfect place to hide.

As she started to wander through the store, she saw two police officers walk in.  She tried to hide behind an armoire, hoping it was big enough to conceal her body.

“Have you seen this girl?”  This was a low voice, presumably one of the officers.

“No officer.  I can’t say that I have.  Did she do something wrong?”  The smooth female voice of the clerk filled the store.  Hopefully this woman would help Aspen stay hidden.

“Do you mind if we look around you store?  We have reason to believe that she may be in here.”  The officer with the low voice spoke again.  Aspen started freaking out.  She had to find an exit but she didn’t know where to go.  Her eyes scanned the entire building and saw a door near the back.  She took a deep breath and slowly started walking toward it.

“Sure.  Go ahead and have a look around.”  Aspen felt herself sharply take in her breath and she started to walk a little faster.  She had to make it to the door.  She had to make it outside before people got suspicious.  Aspen waded through the maze of furniture and reached out for the doorknob.

“Excuse me ma’am.”

Aspen froze.  Someone was standing behind her.  Did she try to run or just play it off?  She slowly turned around and kept her head low.   “Uh…yes?”

“Are you finding everything okay?”

Aspen slowly brought her head up to see a young man standing there, he wasn’t an officer but a worker for the store.  He innocently grinned, almost like he had no idea what was going on inside the store.  She swallowed.  “Uh…yes…everything is fine.  Thank you.”

The boy grinned.  “Okay.  Well let me know if you need anything!”

He turned and walked away into the store.  She let out a sigh, thank goodness.  Her body turned toward the door and she slipped out the back exit.  Once she got past the parking lot she let out a sigh of relief.  She had somehow gotten away from the cops.

She wandered around the city until she was physically exhausted.  Her body fell onto a park bench and she put her feet up on the bench to take some weight off of them.  It had been a stressful day so she just wanted to rest.  All she wanted was to forget about what happened.

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G is for Grief

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For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

G is for Grief

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She sat there for 4 hours and made $100.  It wasn’t a whole lot, but it was something.  It could buy her a couple more pairs of clothes and some food.  But it gave her a base to start getting back on her feet.  It gave her something to give her a boost to starting her life over.

24 hours had passed and Aspen had made $250.  She went to the nearest Walmart and bought a large backpack and some extra clothes.  A nice person had also given her $20 in McDonald’s gift cards so she could at least get a couple meals.  Aspen was super appreciative of what people were giving her, even though she was technically a criminal according to the courts.

Aspen had found a small park where she was able to sleep behind some bushes.  It even had a small shower because there was a water park for kids.  She tried to discretely shower in the dark so she wouldn’t get in trouble in indecent exposure.  When she was clean and dressed she walked over to the swing set and sat down.  She felt her body start to swing in the darkness, almost like she was a kid again.

The squeak of the rusty chain against the play structure was one of the only noises that late at night.  There was a slight breeze, bringing a chill along Aspen’s body as she swayed back and forth.  A sweet smell came from a nearby house, they were obviously baking something and it smelled delicious.  It made Aspen realize how much she missed her home life.

As she sat on the swings she started to get a little teary eyed.  Her life had changed so much in the past few months.  She missed being able to talk to her friends and family on a daily basis because she knew that if she talked to them they would get in trouble.  She missed being able to live like a normal person.  It wasn’t easy.

The longer she sat there the more the grief came over her.  She felt so overwhelmed by the thoughts that plagued her mind that tears started streaming down her cheeks.  Her hands flew up to her face and she cried.  She hadn’t cried this hard since the guilty verdict in her trial.  She was filled with so much pain and regret even though she didn’t do anything wrong.

What if she didn’t buy the gun?  What if she had just broken up with Jacob?  What if she got something else to scare him, like a knife or a brick?  What if she had actually intended on killing him and was able to escape?  Aspen shook her head as the tears continued to flow down her face.  None of these were true.  She didn’t intend on killing him, she just wanted to scare him.  She still loved Jacob even if he was a terrible person.

Aspen slowly made her way to a row of bushes behind a small neighborhood.  She crawled into the dirt and laid down on a blanket she had purchased.  It definitely wasn’t comfortable, but it was a something.  And she was hidden, something that was needed now that she was on the run.  But all she needed to do was relax and hopefully get some much needed rest.

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F is for Freedom

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For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

F is for Freedom

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She kept running.  She ran until she couldn’t run any further.  Her breath was heavy and her chest moved up and down faster than she thought it could.  Aspen collapsed to the ground and started to relax.  She couldn’t believe she had actually escaped.  She had actually made it out of the prison.

As she sat there in the grass she knew she wasn’t safe.  Even though she was free, it wasn’t going to be easy.  The police would be looking for her everywhere so she had to be extra careful.  She had to leave her jumpsuit behind somewhere in the forest but there wasn’t going to be an easy way to change clothes.

Aspen kept walking through the forest and came to a local campground.  It wasn’t a large tourist attraction but it was still popular in the summer.  She had already stripped her jumpsuit deep in the forest but she was still wearing her prison shirt, bottoms, and shoes.  She carefully walked up to the campground and looked around.  There was no one in sight, but she couldn’t be too careful.  She would have to borrow some clothes from someone in the campground, but she was sure they wouldn’t mind.

After all, they were helping an innocent person gain freedom.

She watched for some time before she was convinced that no one was around.  Aspen snuck up to one of the tents and slowly unzipped the opening flap.  No one was inside, but there were two suitcases and a large air mattress.  She stepped inside and unzipped one of the suitcases and saw some flannel shirts, tee shirts, and jeans.  Her hands quickly grabbed one of each and zipped everything back up.  She bolted back into the trees and found some safety.

She changed her outfit and left her prison clothes behind.  She put her hands in her pockets and found a $20 bill.  She gasped.  “This is fantastic!  I can go buy some things that I need.”

Aspen walked for what felt like forever before reaching a town.  She wandered through the streets before finding a Dollar Tree and stepping inside for a few essentials.  She grabbed some deodorant, bottles of water, granola bars, scissors, a beanie, a pair of flip flops, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a small bag for her belongings, a sharpie, and a small bucket.  Even though she didn’t want to sit on a street corner and beg for money, she figured that would be the only way to get anything.

She walked outside and found a cardboard box sitting near a dumpster.  She quickly opened her scissors and cut a full side off of the box.  Her fingers ripped the sharpie package open and she grabbed the small pen in her hand.  Her hand quickly wrote a message on the cardboard.

Homeless.  Anything helps.  Thank you.

Aspen walked to the street corner and sat down.  She wasn’t sure if she was going to make any money, but she was willing to give it a shot.  Even if she didn’t make anything, sitting on the corner would be more productive than sitting in the prison cell.

She sat there for 4 hours and made $100.  It wasn’t a whole lot, but it was something.  It could buy her a couple more pairs of clothes and some food.  But it gave her a base to start getting back on her feet.  It gave her something to give her a boost to starting her life over.

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E is for Escape

Hello!  Welcome back!  I hope you are ready for the next blog post in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  If you missed the last blog post, definitely go read that one.  Click here, or you will be very confused in reading today’s installment.

For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

E is for Escape

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The day went without a hitch.  But when it was time for lights out, Aspen still couldn’t figure out if she was going to survive.  All she wanted was to get out and go back to her normal life.  She laid on the bunk, praying that something will happen to change her life for the better.

A month had passed and Aspen went through the same routine everyday.  Wake up, breakfast, work, lunch, class, free time, dinner, counseling, sleep.  Everyday.  Nothing was different, the routine was always the same.

Aspen was laying on her bunk during free time when an alarm sounded.  It was loud and resounding throughout the entire detention facility.  She jumped up to see the door from the common area open and some of her jail mates running through the door.  Was this an opportunity for her to escape?

She bolted toward the door and kept with the group of girls.  She knew that this was going to be her only opportunity to get out.  The girls sprinted through the hallways, turning down every hallway hoping to find an exit.  4 girls ended up running down a different hallway, hoping to get out faster than the big group.  The group had run for a while when there was a scream from behind them.  Aspen looked behind her to see some of the officers sprinting to catch up.  “Stop!  That’s an order!”

As they neared a T in the hallway Aspen had to decide if she was going to go with everyone or go alone.  She decided to go her own way just in case she could find a way out faster.  She turned left when everyone turned right and found a small closet to hide in.  Her heart pounded as she watched through the slightly cracked door for the officers.

Two officers walked down the hallway and made their way toward the closet.  Aspen quickly hid in the maintenance trash can.  She covered the trashcan and prayed that the officers wouldn’t look there.  She heard the door open and the two officers spoke to each other.  But then they closed the door and left her alone.

She quickly got herself out of the trashcan and slowly opened the door.  There were no officers in sight and Aspen quietly crept out of the closet.  She made her way toward another hallway and peeked around the corner.  Another two officers were walking away from her.  She bolted across the hallway and hid in the next closet she found.

Aspen continued to do this through all the hallways.  She kept turning down hallways until she finally found a door that led to the outside.  She pushed through it and felt the fresh air.  It was great.

But she bolted.  She ran toward the fence and started to climb.  The voices of the officer’s echoed behind her but she didn’t care.  A bullet whizzed by her but she kept climbing.  She made it all the way to the barbed wire fence and carefully made her way through it before jumping to the ground.  Another bullet whizzed by her as she bolted into the forest that surrounded the prison.

She kept running.  She ran until she couldn’t run any further.  Her breath was heavy and her chest moved up and down faster than she thought it could.  Aspen collapsed to the ground and started to relax.  She couldn’t believe she had actually escaped.  She had actually made it out of the prison.

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D is for Detained

Hello!  Welcome back!  I hope you are ready for the next blog post in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  If you missed the last blog post, definitely go read that one.  Click here, or you will be very confused in reading today’s installment.

For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

D is for Detained

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Tears flowed down her cheeks as she sat on the bench.  Her life was going to change forever.  All she heard was the jury and the judge repeating over and over.  Guilty.  Guilty.  Guilty.

Aspen was marched down a hallway and set in front of a doorway.  All was quiet at this late hour.  “Open H14.”  The officer holding Aspen’s arm yelled into the empty common area and the door in front of them slowly slid open.  It was dark inside the small room and Aspen felt her heart start to pound a little faster.  The officer turned her around and unlocked her handcuffs.  “Goodnight.”  The door slammed shut, echoing in the large detention facility.

“Whachu in for?”

Aspen spun around to see a woman laying on the top bunk bed.  She wasn’t very visible in the dark cell.  Aspen swallowed.  “Uh…I was set up and no one believed me.”

“That’s what they all say.”  She sat up and got down from the bunk.  She reached out her hand.  “I’m Lily, but everyone calls me Mami.  I’m like a mami to everyone here.  I’ve seen many a girl come in and many a girl leave.   But it’s all up to you how you decide to use your time here.”

Aspen shook Mami’s hand.  “I’m Aspen.  And…uh…thank you.  I appreciate it.”

Mami led Aspen over to the bed and sat her down.  “Listen to me honey.  You get to decide your future.  I…I wasted mine.  I got with all the wrong people and I gave up my chance to get out of here.  Don’t be stupid.  Now tell me what happened.”

Aspen felt her eyes start to fill with tears.  “Uh…my boyfriend was very manipulative.  He was not a nice guy.  And I bought a gun to scare him, basically to show him that I was serious.  But then he lunged toward me and I pulled the trigger but I didn’t even know it was loaded.  I ended up killing him.  But I only wanted to scare him, not kill him.  And now I’m here.”

Mami wrapped her arm around Aspen’s shoulders.  “Sweetheart, I want you to know everything happens for a reason.  But get some rest before you meet the other girls tomorrow.”  She gave Aspen a quick squeeze before climbing onto her bunk.

Aspen laid there trying to drift off to sleep.  The metal bunk was difficult to get comfortable on.  She tossed and turned on her small mattress hoping to get at least a little sleep before the day started.

Aspen was startled as an alarm sounded throughout the building.  Mami helped Aspen out of the cell and into the common area.  All of the inmates were lined up for morning roll call before being led to the cafeteria.  They were given a small bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee, a cup of milk, and a small cup of fruit.  Aspen tried to enjoy the meal, even though she knew it was going to be the same every morning.

The day went without a hitch.  But when it was time for lights out, Aspen still couldn’t figure out if she was going to survive.  All she wanted was to get out and go back to her normal life.  She laid on the bunk, praying that something will happen to change her life for the better.

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