The mind can be a thing that fractures with ease. It may take some grinding against it to smooth out the way you want, or it can be one strong hit that shatters it entirely. No matter what the case, the mind can be fractured. And that fracture can be difficult, if not impossible, to mend.
It was an average summer evening. I was sitting home alone, enjoying a horror novel on the couch, some cheesy television show playing in the background. I can't quite explain it but the background noise helps me to read better.
I was mid-chapter when the phone on my coffee table began to ring. I picked it up, it was my best friend, Chelsea. I know she usually stays up late, but what did she want at this time of night? I answered the phone.
"Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?" she asked. Judging by the tone of her voice, it sounded kind of urgent.
"No, tomorrow's my day off," I replied. "Why, what's up?"
"I need someone to watch my dog tomorrow while I go out on a date," she explained, happiness causing her voice to swell.
"That's awesome, who's the lucky person?" I asked.
"Her name is Hannah," she said, a clear smile could be heard over the phone.
She went on to tell me about Hannah and how they'd been talking over the phone and had just decided to meet up in person. She said they decided on Benington National Park to meet up. I couldn't agree more with their choice, the park was probably the most beautiful park in fifty miles of this place. It could be because of the way the sun shines so perfectly that it feels like you're walking in a dream, or the fact that they keep the park clean all the time, so it's not littered with random pieces of trash.
I agreed to watch her dog, but only if she promised to tell me how the date went afterward.
The next day she came over with her small Pomeranian dog. She yipped at the door after Chelsea left. I went over to the couch. Eventually, after the dog stopped barking at the door, she went and curled up in my lap. She was a cute dog with this fluffy peach fur that made her more puffier than she actually was.
The day seemed to pass by in a blur, the bright daylight sky fading into a starlit night sky. I looked over at the clock on my microwave every few hours. Why hadn't I heard anything from her yet?
I grabbed my phone and tried calling her. Maybe she had decided to stay the night with her new girlfriend and forgot to tell me. I waited and waited but she never picked up.
I texted her, telling her she should have told me if I was going to keep the dog overnight. Usually that kind of talk would make her mad so she'd reply quick, but no dice.
Another day had passed and I still hadn't heard anything from Chelsea. Not until I got a text from a random number. It read, "Do you know what happened to Chelsea?"
I was lost as to who this was. I asked and they said, "Hannah." Wasn't she the last person to see her?
"She was on her way to meet you the last time I saw her," I responded.
"Well, she never showed. I thought she ditched me," she said.
I asked her how she got my number but she only responded with an invite to meet her at the park.
I took Chelsea's dog with me to the national park. I hoped that while we were there, we'd get some answers.
Hannah and I met up and talked for a few minutes. She claimed that Chelsea never showed for the date. She waited and waited but nobody ever showed. She felt heart broken and went home.
I heard a barking in the distance. I looked over to find that my friend's dog had somehow ran off and was digging at the ground. She had dug a hole and found something sticking out of it.
As we got closer we saw that it was Chelsea's head. Someone had killed and buried her. I was about to tell Hannah to call the cops, but she was too busy glaring at the dog.
It was an average summer evening. I was sitting home alone, enjoying a horror novel on the couch, some cheesy television show playing in the background. I can't quite explain it but the background noise helps me to read better.
I was mid-chapter when the phone on my coffee table began to ring. I picked it up, it was my best friend, Chelsea. I know she usually stays up late, but what did she want at this time of night? I answered the phone.
"Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?" she asked. Judging by the tone of her voice, it sounded kind of urgent.
"No, tomorrow's my day off," I replied. "Why, what's up?"
"I need someone to watch my dog tomorrow while I go out on a date," she explained, happiness causing her voice to swell.
"That's awesome, who's the lucky person?" I asked.
"Her name is Hannah," she said, a clear smile could be heard over the phone.
She went on to tell me about Hannah and how they'd been talking over the phone and had just decided to meet up in person. She said they decided on Benington National Park to meet up. I couldn't agree more with their choice, the park was probably the most beautiful park in fifty miles of this place. It could be because of the way the sun shines so perfectly that it feels like you're walking in a dream, or the fact that they keep the park clean all the time, so it's not littered with random pieces of trash.
I agreed to watch her dog, but only if she promised to tell me how the date went afterward.
The next day she came over with her small Pomeranian dog. She yipped at the door after Chelsea left. I went over to the couch. Eventually, after the dog stopped barking at the door, she went and curled up in my lap. She was a cute dog with this fluffy peach fur that made her more puffier than she actually was.
The day seemed to pass by in a blur, the bright daylight sky fading into a starlit night sky. I looked over at the clock on my microwave every few hours. Why hadn't I heard anything from her yet?
I grabbed my phone and tried calling her. Maybe she had decided to stay the night with her new girlfriend and forgot to tell me. I waited and waited but she never picked up.
I texted her, telling her she should have told me if I was going to keep the dog overnight. Usually that kind of talk would make her mad so she'd reply quick, but no dice.
Another day had passed and I still hadn't heard anything from Chelsea. Not until I got a text from a random number. It read, "Do you know what happened to Chelsea?"
I was lost as to who this was. I asked and they said, "Hannah." Wasn't she the last person to see her?
"She was on her way to meet you the last time I saw her," I responded.
"Well, she never showed. I thought she ditched me," she said.
I asked her how she got my number but she only responded with an invite to meet her at the park.
I took Chelsea's dog with me to the national park. I hoped that while we were there, we'd get some answers.
Hannah and I met up and talked for a few minutes. She claimed that Chelsea never showed for the date. She waited and waited but nobody ever showed. She felt heart broken and went home.
I heard a barking in the distance. I looked over to find that my friend's dog had somehow ran off and was digging at the ground. She had dug a hole and found something sticking out of it.
As we got closer we saw that it was Chelsea's head. Someone had killed and buried her. I was about to tell Hannah to call the cops, but she was too busy glaring at the dog.
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