Murder Waters (Part One)
Lilly and Amanda go to a peaceful place by the waters and greens, and they go there every summer with their families -or so they think-. Lilly has a grandmother who is a medium, which means she can talk to the deceased. The twist get's riled up when Lilly, Amanda, and Lilly's sister Taylor have to find whats going on in this so called beautiful peaceful murder waters.
All I ever wanted to do today was take a picture. "What the do you think you're doing!?" The man got mad and he jabbed me, "If you don't, then get the hell outa my house!" I ran out then remembered that Amanda was still in there, she was too close to the door when he swang it open. I saw her through the window, I was watching; waiting. She had to come out at some point. I saw Amanda trying to come at the door; to sneak out. She was about 1/2 far away from the door to escaping when he grabbed her shirt and it ripped, "AHHH!" Amanda shouted, "Go away!" She ripped free of his arms and ran to hug me. Her warm hug was everything. It took away the fear of the dark woods, the fire sparking, the crickets tweeping, twigs snapping, leaves rastling. Everything was ok untill he fired a gun. "GO!" I pushed her and she fell over, "Go! Lets get the outa here, Amanda!" Amanda just lie there looking worried and not sure what to do. "Amanda! Get up!" I yanked at her and pulled her up off the ground, "Ah!" She screeched, "Oh, no! My necklace! Its gone!" I wagged my head, "No! There's no time! Run!" As she was told, she got up straight and ran. The man was still firing gun shots and cursing at us, "Damn you!" Bam bam. I pushed Amanda over again, "Ahh!" I helped her up. Again. We were getting close to the lake by the waterfall. There was no time to run away, as he was already 5 feet away from us, "Amanda!" I shouted, "Jump in the water!" She looked confused, "What!?" She called. "Jump-In-The-Water!" I waited 'till we were over the wooden bridge untill I could say, "JUMP!" Amanda held her breath, closed her eyes and BOOM. She hit the water. I turned around franticly. The guy was right behind me. He fired the gun, but it was too late. I slipped through the bars and plunged into the water next to us. I couldn't see anything underwater. It was pitch black. Where was Amanda!? I popped my head up out of the 9-foot deep water and called her name: "Aman-daaaaaa!" No answer. I looked around worried, "Aman-daaaaaa!" I heard choking and hard-breathing; coughing. It was Amanda. "Hel-p!" She called, "Help! Help! I can't catch my breath!" Help, help! ...I can't find my pants. I knew that Amanda was more important than my pants, though. Then I see him. The guy. The guy who has been after us. I duck underwater and search for Amanda. There's no hope for me finding her. But there is hope for me finding my pants, because they are just floating there, so, I grab them; put them on underwater. I crawl out of the water and make a run for it. I feel SUPER guilty. Super guilty for leaving her... all alone there with the man with the gun. I cry while I'm running. My best friend, my hero... alone. I kept on running. I see Amanda running behind me. I run all the way back to hug her, "Oh, Amanda! Jesus, Amanda!" She repeated me: "Oh, Lilly! Jesus, Lilly!" I smiled and laughed. I didn't care what she said. I just was so tired. I calapsed onto the floor and fell asleep.
"Lilly," I could hear Amanda saying something to me, "Lilly," I streached and got up for her demand, "What?" I asked facing her. "Oh, nothing. Just trying to wake you up." I nodded, "Ok." She started climbing up an apple tree. Water was starting to drip down from her skirt. It was still damp from the water. I looked over across the sky. The sky was pink, light blue, orange, yellow and a slight hint of purple. I looked back to Amanda. She was coming down from the tree with 2 big, red apples. "Here," She handed me one, "Take it." I took a bite, "Thanks." After I was done with my snack I asked, "So, now what do you wana do?" Amanda was still munching on her apple, "I dunno... Swim in the lake err somethin'," I looked at her suspisously. Then I remembered I outta get back to the cabin. "Amanda, I've got to go. I'll see you soon," I looked up at the clouds for a momenet, "Looks like a nice day; maybe we can go have a picnic later." I don't know. Something about this picnic thing was feeling good: It was so warm. I loved the 80 degree weather. The cool 70 degree mornings and the blissful 60 degree nights. The crickets churpping; hearing from the summer log cabin. Hearing, "Lilly, Lilly!" Across the field from Amanda; her voice so high and joyful. Staying up late and cooking smores'. Eating the hot and piping stew from Grandma's chicken pot. Picking flowers in the medow. Swimming in the ponds and lake. Riding bikes. Diving under the Grand Marie Waterfall. Rock-leaping in the creek. Picnics at noon. Laying under the moon watching the stars in the country. Riding Zarral and Bella the horses. Laughing and playing. Running around Grandmas' yard infront of the pond with bubbles weaving. Beautiful Letchworth. Everything was so great. "Well, can we have it in the medow by the pond...?" She asked hesitently. "Why not?" I smiled and she returned my smile. We both walked off in opposite directions. As I was walking: I come up and see the cabin. Grandma's cooking stew, again! Yay! I love her stew. The way the broth is so thick and creamy, the vegtables are so big and yummy, and the way everything just melts in your mouth; you don't even have to chew. "Grammie," I asked as I came through the door, "Wha'd you makin'?" Grandma closed her eyes and took in a big whiff of the stew, "Mmm..." She turned to face me where she added, "Vegtable stew..." "Oh," I said taking a piece of bread from the counter, "Is it ok if Amanda comes over for a picnic later?" I was toying with the bread. Gram nodded, "As long as her parents are ok with it, also." I closed my eyes real tight and huged her, "Thanks." "You're welcome." She told me back. I got ready to eat an early lunch like always. 10:51, I looked at the clock in my 'summer bedroom' with light yellow and pink curtains, butterfly pillows and conforter, a bedside lamp and a white bear stuffed animal. I loved this room. I've loved it sence I was about 3. I put my blue and white striped dress on, my hair in a low, soft ponytail and wore my silver charm necklace. I came out the door and my Grandma lured, "Hoooouh!" -she was very surprised- "You, darling! You look so, so, so--" I smirked, "Beautiful?" Grandma chuckled and led me into the kitchen where a big bowl of stew was sitting with a drink; whole milk. "Thanks, Grandma." I thanked. She nodded again, like the one before. I took a bite of it and it was compleatly devine. "Mmm..." I licked my lips. I finished my stew and got up. Grandma sat in the living room. I walked into the living room and asked if I could use the telephone, "Ok." She answered, "Just don't be callin' no boys," I slapped her lightly and playfully, "Grand-maaa!" I laughed along with her, "Trust me, I ain't callin' no stanky boys." "Ok... Alright," Grandma pointed to the wall-phone in the left-hand corner, "I trust you." I skipped over to it and dialed Amanda's number, "Hello?" She said when she retrived the call and picked up the phone, "Hey," I said also, "Is this Amanda Birch?" "Indeed." "Ok, well, Amanda, wana come over now? ...Grandmas' waiting for you and so am I," "Ok." Amanda answered. "Bye, I'll be over." We both hang up the phone. "Well," Grandma started asking, "Is she comin' or not?" I shrugged, "Think so." Grandma took my hand and led me outside, "Wait for her here." She said and started going. I gave a long sigh. Then, I saw a boy about 13 or 14 years old; my age. He turned and looked at me. I was sort of shocked, I didn't know what else to do exept to wave. I waved. He did the same but kept on walking. Huh...
"So, I'm confused. I've been staying here at this cabin every summer sence I was 3... then this other guy shows up? I mean what the--? Where the did he come from? What, did he just POP out of a damn corner or something?" Amanda, -on the other hand- thought this wondering was pointless and I should just go ask him. Clever idea, Amanda. We didn't exactly know where he was staying. We searched more and we saw him walking around with his dog. The dog had long floppy ears, light brown fur, and black spots. The boy had boy-cut hair, a lean body, blue jean shorts, a plaid green and red top and brown eyes. Woah, Amanda was thinking, This guy is somewhat CUTE. The boy turned. At the sight of us there, he was startled. "Woah, you guys!" His eyes popped out of his head, "You scared me." I must have had a worried expression on my face because Amanda asked, "What's wrong, Lilly?" Or maybe I looked constipated because the boy said pointing-- "There's an outhouse over there," I was confused. "Whaa?" I asked confusingly. "Oh, well... you gota take a load or something--" The boy said, pointing to the bottom of my dress where my butt was. Amanda BURST into laughter, "Hahahahahahaha!" She couldn't help herself. "Hahaha!" Soon she found herself rolling on the floor and laughing so hard-- she was complaining her chest hurt minutes later. "Are you O.K.?" The boy asked Amanda, "'Cause... uh," Amanda stood up, embarassed, "Oh, I'm sorry." The boy brushed off her jeans, "Ha, ha! That's ok." We all smiled. "So," I took a stick and threw it randomly, "Whats your name?" I asked the kid. "Oh," He started saying, "Luc." I bobbed my head slightly, "Nice." "Whats you girl's names, then?" Amanda went first, "Amanda. Some people call me Mandy..." I stepped in weirdly, "Um, no they don't--" "Just go with it," She whispered, not looking at me but sort of gritting her teeth at nothing, "And you?" Luc asked me, "Oh," I said very odd-like, "Um, it's Lilly." His eyes lit up like big whoppin' Christmas Tree lights. "Wow. That's-- that's beautiful." The way he said beautiful made me blush, "Well... Um, thanks..." Amanda was somewhat jealous of 'us', "SO!" She jolted in and sputtered out, "Who wants to have a picnic?!" Luc raised his hand quickly like a two-year-old, "Me, me!" He shouted, "Ok." Amanda said as they walked off together, leaving me behind. "Hey, guys!" I yelled after them, "I have the blanket! You can't have a picnic without a blanket!" Amanda yelled back, "Yes we can!" They ran down the hill together by the pond. They set up the food that Amanda brought and started some stupid activity. Man, was I jelous. But, I couldn't tell them that. I just ran down the hill and lay down the blanket in my own little corner by the dock, while the two of them did whatever the heck they were doing. I sighed. I want to go home, I said to myself. But, I couldn't just leave Amanda; my best friend here all alone. Well, I guess she wouldn't be ALL alone because of Luc being there with her to keep her company. "Hey, guys!" I tried to call. "Guys!" I leaped over to them... and found them. Kissing on the dock. Oh, my God. I said to myself. These people are MORE than just FRIENDS. I tried to sneek up behind them, but, when I put I tapped Amanda's shoulder; she just fell into the water. "Ahhhh!" She yelled and called out, flapping her arms in the water; kicking all around, "I, I can't swim! Help, Luc! Help me! Lilly! Oh, please! Help! Help--" I wanted to just leave her, but I knew she wasn't a great swimmer, she's never been. And, Luc wasn't even doing anything. Just standing there; looking at Amanda flapping in the water. Not knowing what to do with her, or how to save or help her. I knew that my friend is more important than my thoughts. I plunged into the water after her and grabbed her, "I gotcha!" I grabbed her by the waist and led her onto the dock, "Here..." I set her down. Luc looked at her as she sat up-straight, "Woah, are you ok?" He asked, "Yeah..." Amanda said coughing, "I'm fine. Thanks for saving me." I opened my mouth real wide, narrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. Water dripped everywhere. This dress I was wearing was completly ruined. "Amanda!" I shouted at her face in hopes that she would turn around. "What?" She turned around like I wanted and saw that my face was 3 inches away, which, of course, was a surprise. "I saved you." Amanda smirked, "Psssh, PLEASE. You couldn't -and you don't- have the nerve to jump into that 40 degree water and save me!" "Oh, my God, Amanda! How many times do I have to tell you that this water isn't 40 degrees!?" Amanda smirked again, "Ha! You never did! And it is cold!" I just turned around and did the palms-up shrug, "Whatever." Amanda did the same, in a mocking sort of way, "Whatever." I turned back and started packing up my things to go. "Bye you guys. Have fun. Oh, and tell your mom I said hi."
I didn't want to leave the house the next morning. I didn't want to see Amanda, at ALL. I was sick of her now. Just for now, then I'll be alright. I want to see what she would say later. I hopped downstairs in my blue-jean overalls, red converse sneakers and a plain-white-tee. "Ah! Liily! Good morning! Want some cereal or oatmeal?" I sat down at the table, "Yeah." "What do you want then?" Grandma asked. I thought for a second, "Um, how about oatmeal with mi--" I didn't get to finish my sentance because my little 11 year old sister, Taylor, came prancing from outside-- wet and with Darald, the dog. "Uggh! Grandmaaa!" Taylor looked at the dog and beckoned, "This dog made me fall in the lake!" Grandma seemed more annoyed than concerned, "So, you went all the way to the lake by yourself?" Grandma put her hands on her hips, "Well, you should have asked me before. Now you can't go outside today." Taylor started complaining, "What?!" Grandma nodded, "Yup. It's the perfect punishment." "Uggh! Can I at least go outside with Lilly!?" Taylor dropped her hands and back into a sleepwalking state. "Well, I suppose that can be arranged," My eyes opened wide and I dropped the apple I was beginning to bring over to the table, "What?" I surprisingly said as I was working my side into the conversation, "She can't be with me all day." Grandma protested against me, "If she'd like, she can." "Yeah," Taylor sneered, "I can." I rolled my eyes and decided that I wasn't hungry for breakfast and started out the door, alone. "Wait!" Taylor called to me, "Lemme catch up!" I paused and turned around, sulking. "Ugh..." I was halfway across the lawn when she said, "Hey, can we go swimming?" Wow. I've been spending so much time with Amanda and not doing my favorite thing in the world-- swimming. And, what is the stupidist thing of all is that we're around 4 different kinds of water areas: Dain Lake, the river, the stream and the pond. I was shocked, "Wull, sure." I answered back to her. She smiled widely and ran back inside the house. When she came out, she was wearing a purple swimsuit and carried a blue and orange flower-towel. Taylor was holding my green suit. "Woah, pop-tarts." I call her pop-tarts sometimes when she acts weird, "I don't wear 'swimsuits' anymore." She shrugged, but still handed me the stupid swimsuit. I found a corner in the woods and quickly changed into it. When I came out, she started laughing. Ok, this swimsuit was 3-sizes too small. And 3 years too small, also, I mean, this swimsuit has been here ever sience like 3 years ago. "Ha ha ha!" She pointed at me. "Ha ha!" I stormed inside and changed into jean shorts and a yellow tank top. Better. When I walked outside, Taylor seemed disappointed, "Aww, dammit. I was gona take a picture." I frowned then walked towards the lake and the waterfall. When I approached, the water was beautiful, crystal clear, blue. "Woah," I said, "Cool." Taylor nodded, "Yeah, I just 'took a swim'." I knew she was talking about the dog. "Mhm," I looked in the direction of the cliff near the waterfall, over the lake and pointed up to it, "Ever done that before?" Taylor was clearly confused, "What?" "Jumping off a cliff into water... Have you ever done that?" "No." I knew what she was thinking: What? Are you saying YOU have? I answered her expression, "Oh, no. Never. I just think it would be cool to try." Before I knew it I was leading an 11-year-old girl up onto a cliff. Soon, we were looking over the edge, "Humn," I shrugged, "There's no sign." Taylor tried to get my away from this life-threatening thought. "No, no! You got all wrong." She pointed down to the lake with the waterfall crashing into it down below, "That?" Taylor looked down at the powerful waterfall, "That's not safe." I shrugged again. "I don't really care. I just wana give it a try. Don't be such a fun-reject," I decided that this was not the time to be discussing this sort of topic, "Meet me down!" Taylor looked frightend, "No! Don't!" She screamed two seconds too late. I had already dived into the deep, dark, and dangerous rapids of the water. "No!" She heard a huge splash down below, which was me. "Wooooooo!" I chanted, "That was GREAT!" Taylor closed her eyes, held her breath... She cannonballed into the water alongside me. Where did she go...? I couldn't see her, even though the water was crystal clear and it was 9:30 in the morning. I searched through the water eager to find her, "Oh, my Lord." I said quietly through the water so my voice would mesh with those of the waterfall; drooping and cascading down into the lake. I wonder if she-- I bit my hand. She couldn't have. "Oh, no." I thought out-loud. I didn't care if my yelling was useless or pointless. It was my job to keep me, and my sister safe. "TAYLOR!" I yelled. Man, was this the worst idea I've ever freaking had. "TAY-TAY-TAYLOOOOR!" I was quivering. I knew that she didn't die. I mean! Ha! She-- she couldn't have, right? She's a strong girl. Lively spirt; some might even say. Taylor had to make it through this. And if she didn't, there are concequences to me losing my sister-- or, worst case sinaro; having her fall and crash to her death. This thought was making me stay in the lake, or else I would have most certainly just have walked right out of there and kriced, "Oh, she'll be fine." And Gram saying: "Well, you better find her before supper." Then I'd have to trudge off back where I had started. But this time was different. I had completly LOST my sister. "Tay-tay--" I was too tired, too weak. I let myself go: Bottom to the bottomist bottom.
Misteriously, I found myself back at the cabin with Taylor. Phew! But, wait. Where was Grandma? She'd never leave us alone. Espesially not in the cabin. Outside: Iffy. Inside: A definate 'No-No'. She thought Taylor and I would cause mischef and break her precious objects that she had kept inside the cabin. I shook Taylor, who was quite unaware of this new simulation as well. "Tay," I say as I looked zealously around the cabin, "Get your grip, man." I know she doesn't like to be spoken of in a male reference, but, she did need to get a grip on things. With no response, I became a bit more impatient, "Taylor?" I shook her once more to clearify that she musn't sleep or be tired. She must awaken, I was getting very tired of her langour. "Taylor! Wake the frig up!" I added in a harsher tone, "Or else..." One of her silver-gray eyes popped open, "Or else what?" I rolled my eyes, "You know what happens at night. Where's Gram?" Taylor became suddenly timid, "I thought you knew...?" I shook my head very slowly. I knew we had to leave this cabin. I nodded at Taylor, "You know what to do now, right?" She bobbed her head in an understanding way, "Yes." I smiled a fake smile sence this was not exactly something to smile about. My Grandma is a medium. She can communicate with the spirts of the decesced. Sometimes, she even has people call her so that they may speak with her. I think it is very cool and interesting to have a Grandmother who actually does something besides sitting at a shuffle board contest and me having to watch the WHOLE ENTIRE DAMN THING. Gram isn't like that. She takes free readings, does tarot cards for college kids, communicates with the dead for clients; I thought it was absolutely AMAZING. Then it was the summer of 2009. July 23, that was the date. The wind was perfect. It blew south-south-east. The tempeture was 82 degrees. Not bad at all, huh? I was wearing a jean skirt, an orange button-down, and some cute strappy sandals. My hair was pulled back in to a cute, high, fashionable bun. I was 11, then. It was a good place and time for just doing that. I was gathering apples with Amanda. She picked the green; I picked the red. The birds were humming and chirping, without anything to care about. Water fell from the creek. Everything seemed so calm. But, really not at all calm, peaceful, good. Bad. I gazed off into the mountians, staring up at their glory. The big cascading moutains; drooping down; curving a bit. My long blonde hair blew in the wind. Light wind. Not too heavy. Green eyes locked on the moutains. Tan skin getting wamer and warmer-- So hot and glooming. It was a fashionably decent day. There was no rain, snow, hail, cold weather, bad air, nothing to stop you. We spent most of the day outside: Amanda and I. We played many childish games like tag and hide-and-go-seek. Then we heard rapid shaking of the cabin. Someone calling: I'm sorry! Please stop! I never ment to upset your stupid little feelings! I could suddenly make out the voice. It was Grandma. I ran fast toward the small cabin along the rocks leaving our game of tag behind. I was frightened by the tone of her voice; and espesailly the noises shouted from the tiny little place. The air was turning colder and colder as Amanda and I rushed to the cabin to see what was the matter; the sky viberently changed from a blissful blue, to a horendoius dark purple. It was quite scary, as you might say in comparison. My breath overtook and I began to weaken. Amanda saw my eyes. They turned from sea green to midnight black. Amanda tried to help me, but I said to go investigate while I fixed myself up. Amanda trugged over, more in a moseying fashion than I had bargined for. I tried throwing everything I could at her-- twigs, pebbles, even water from the stream. Nothing worked. I feel into a trance. All I could hear was murmmering voices in the dark screaming something. I twitched open my eyes and saw two ambulances driving up the thin dirt pathway. I didn't realize that they were coming up the driveway to the cabin at first, but then realized only when people were huddling up to the door, banging on the wood and smashing most of the glass, "No, stop!" I tried calling, easing my way up--making every gasp count. "You're RUINING my summer cabin!" They couldn't hear me from this far away. I smacked myself and regained strength. "HEY YOU..." People were turning around and getting a far better look than needed at me, "Hey, you. YOU BASTARDS TRYIN' GET IN? HA! YOU CAN'T! STUPID STUPID STUPID!" They shot me a solid, cold glance. "We're trying to save these people, little kid! Now step aside!" One of the men charged at the door at full speed, breaking through the glass on the door. One guy shouted: "Let's MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" Another sputtered: "YES! GO!" In the far background, a middle aged woman, about in her mid 40's, stepped out of an old 1970's Charger. She was wearing an elegant blouse, gold dangling earrings, studded flip-flops and a long floral skirt. If I hasn't known better; I would have mistaken her for a gypsy. She walked in after the four men, winking at me before upon entering. I followed them all inside. Man alive! The house was freaking torn to PIECES! If I hadn't been here for the past 2 weeks, then I would have thought an unwanted tornado had struck the house; onsight. I paced around, looking for Gram and my sister. I was scared out of my mind. What had happened to them? Were they alright? Some of these questions I didn't dare to answer. I was too scared to even THINK about it. I rushed inside; looked around. I shouldn't have even entered.