Story

February 4th, 2012

I hadn’t been back to the lake in years. I just didn’t have the courage since my sister died. Well, I think she died from a monster that came out of nowhere and grabbed her. I didn’t see exactly who it was or what it looked like, until one day Mom told me, “Pack up your bags, we’re moving away from your dad.” I didn’t say anything after that until I got to the lake, all it took was the expression on my face. She knew I was afraid to go back to the house, I thought that I would get eaten by the monster or taken by a kidnapper. I climbed up on the roof to see if I could view her body or see any evidence of her, but I leaned forward a little too much and fell off the roof. “AAAAAHHH!” Then when I did, I guess mom was inside screaming at me. She didn’t stop until she pulled me away. I was terribly afraid and I then went on repeating; “The monster is still out there!” 
May 1st, 2012

3 Months have passed.. I am still frightened, one night I ate dinner and went to bed. I heard mom knocking at my door. She asked if she could sleep in my room, I said “Well..” and nodded my head I kept saying “Yes.” So she hopped in my bed with me. It was 3 A.M.  and I still couldn’t sleep. I was still thinking about how someone took my sister. Finally, mom rolled over. I snuck out and headed to the kitchen door. I opened it and as quietly as I could, got through and shut it. I looked around, the coast was clear. I began walking to the window, it was locked but I grabbed the key from under the sink and jammed it in. One time, I had tried going out the front door before, but there was motion sensors on it and when I opened the door, alarms blared as loud as a police siren. I stuck one leg out of the window, resting it on the pane, and continued to stick the other one out. I got out successfully. 
May 3rd, 2012

    I guess I never talked about what happened when I got outside. I never wanted to tell mom because if I did, she would be angry at me for sneaking out. What did happen though, really, was more than ordinary. I walked out. It was a cold, windy night and a tree branch had fallen on my head. It scared me, but I refrained from screaming, luckily. I continued walking and I saw an old, scruffy man sitting on our bench under the old willow tree. “Hello?” I asked as I confusedly walked up to him. Almost immediately, his eyes shot up and met mine. “Young lady.” he spoke shakily. “Yes? What are you doing out here, do you need help?” I spoke calmly, almost as if he was a rabid animal.  “Your sister, she is in the lake.” He whispered. That, well that made my mood drop completely, how did he know? “Are you-” I began speaking but he interrupted. “Yes, I’m sure.”
May 5th, 2012

    Today was a good day. At least I thought it was. We went out and took a walk, my mom bought me a jacket. At the mall, it was packed. I didn’t like crowds, but I guess I could deal with it. I never talked about how our case, more so my sister’s case, is famous in the town. It had only happened a few times before, but some people or news reporters would walk up to us and ask questions. Today that happened. “Hey little girl, aren’t you that girl-who-went-missing sister?” A young woman, who looked around her twenties, asked me. “Um, yes.” I responded. “Well have you-” Before she could continue, mom dragged me away. Later we went back to the cabin and watched a movie. Every time I walked by that lake, I got the chills. 
May 7th, 2012

    My sister’s body was found.
January 8th, 2014

    Oh look, I found my old journal. I guess that’s how I should start this. Even after all these years, I still mourn my sister. I feel like I won’t ever get over it, I hope at some point I will, but I don’t know. I think I will start using this journal again.
January 10th, 2014 

    Tonight I want to sneak out and investigate the lake. 

January 11th, 2014

    Right now, I don’t know where I am. All I remember was I snuck out, and walked toward the lake. I dipped my foot in the cold lakewater and fell. That’s it. Right now I am in a dark, moist cell. “Hello?” I speak in a weary voice. I can’t see anything, my bones hurt too, if that makes sense. But I see a dim light down what I think is a hallway. Someone is walking towards me. 
January ___, 2014

    I don’t know what day it is. All I know is this is absolutely a nightmare. It can’t be real. It’s a nightmare. The man who took me away from my spot where I woke up the other day was very frail, but I didn’t realize how powerful a slender, frail old man could be. He threw me in a cell where I am right now. “Why are  you doing this?” I breathed out. No answer. “Please..” I mumbled. This time, the other person spoke. “You’re here only because you caused this.” I think I’m being kidnapped. And I think I hear other people in the cells next to me. If it’s possible, think I need to escape.
January ____, 2014 

    I still don't know what day this is, I keep thinking about what mom is doing. I wanted to cry but no tears came out, and screaming wouldn’t do anything either. I don’t even know how I still have my notebook and pen right now. I fell into a lake. Anyway, I guess I’ll at least try to sleep for now. Goodnight.
January um, 2014    Is it even 2014 still? I asked myself over and over again when I woke up. The time spent sitting here and doing nothing is agonizing, and I haven’t eaten or drank anything in the few days I’ve been taken. Then I heard a ding sound. I looked in my pocket and it was Mom.