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Orange and red leaves float past me while I dance down the deserted streets of the small town of Day Shore. It’s tiny, not well-known and most times you miss it when you pass through. All people do here is stay in their homes, talk with family and stay with the people that they know. If you’re not family or friends; they don’t talk to you. Instead, they send death glares that can burn you on the spot.
I know, really mean! You get use to it after 10 years of the same thing that never changes.
Why I know this? Well let’s say I had to move here, so I could start my life over again. You are wondering, ‘why?’
I’ll explain, it started back in 2001 when I was 6 years old.
10 years ago
“Honey, were leaving to go to the big dinner party for your Dad’s boss. Ok? We will back in 2 hours till then Maggie will look after you.” My mother told me comfortingly since I hated being left only with that stupid Maggie.
Tonight my parents were attending a benefit dinner to honor my father getting promoted in the company. I wasn’t allowed to go since there wouldn’t be anything to do.
I could tell this was important for the fact my mother broke out her maroon colored floor dress that look so pretty. While my father bought a fancy new tux verses his ugly, 1970’s blue polyester number that my mother laughed at till her face matched the suits color.
I twiddled my thumbs but grumpily said, “Ok mama. Be back soon!”
“We will, just try to be good. I know you don’t like Maggie but try to get along. Bye Honey!” Mother said while kissing my head. I wave goodbye and run up the spiral staircase to my room. As you can tell we live in large home that is part of a gated community for the rich, snotty, and popular. Mainly also for the fact we lived in good, old New York. I listen for the car to leave the driveway. Once I hear it’s gone, I jump off my bed and start my torture session with the horrid Maggie.
I slowly close my door and descend the staircase. I look each way to find no Maggie. Good. I run from the staircase, across the soft carpet and go straight to the kitchen that is empty. I quietly open the fridge and find my Kool-aid that I keep from that greedy handed Maggie.
To tell you, Maggie doesn’t watch over me, instead uses the house to her pleasures. Luckily for her, I haven’t told my parents anything she does.
I grab the two leftover Kool-aids and bolt straight out of the kitchen. Suddenly, I am flat on my butt with the bottle rolling freely upon the floor. My head is dizzy and I look at the persons shoes. There leather boots with steel toes. My eyes travel up to not find Maggie but her ex-boyfriend Ryan. He grins down at me with this creepy smile that makes me want to crawl into the dark.
Out of nowhere, I feel something make contact with my head. Slowly, my vision fades and everything turns black.
I awake in my bed, tied down. My vision is obstructed by my long, black hair. I breathe out and flip my head back to allow me to see. I look around with the pounding headache that is already forming.
An eerie silence resounds throughout the house.
You could hear a mouse squeak at this rate. My eyes move around my room. Everything is the same, the walls a pale green, the floor a clean, white carpet, and the furniture un-touched. I start to wiggle around on my bed, finding that the ropes weren’t tied correctly, like the person was in a hurry. I simply undo the rope tied to the headboard and slink to the door. I push it open slowly and find the most horrible sight ever.
Both my parents lying dead on the floor, surrounded in crimson blood that blends with my mother’s dress and stains my father’s tux. I stared transfixed at this scene till my tears blind my sight and the pain in my head causes me to pass out.
Flashback over
To tell it plain, 10 years ago my parent’s and Maggie were murdered by her ex-boyfriend Ryan. He was in the middle of tying me when my parents entered the home. Next thing you know he killed them as well. I was something of a prize to him. He was going to abuse me but once my parents were killed he decided he’d done his job and left.
After I passed out, I was awoken by the police that came the next day. They only came since Maggie’s parents called them being worried about their daughter never coming back home from the babysitting job. Her parents were crushed finding out she was killed. I have to admit I didn’t like her that much but having her dead wasn’t what I wanted.
We soon found out that she dumped him and he was one of those ‘if-he-couldn’t-have-her-no-one-could-have-her’ types. It explained the creepy smile he gave me then. It still haunts my nightmares and even though I didn’t hear anything from that dreadful night when I dream I can hear people screaming my name. Always I wake in a sweat, and my Aunt Margie tells me that I scream in my sleep every night; that’s why they made the room sound proof after my 7th birthday.
During the investigation, the police shipped me between child services and the police department mainly for having nowhere to go. I was a mess then. After each questioning, I would crawl into a corner and cry my eyes out.
It was too much for a 6 year old. They even said that. But they continued to poke and pick through me till I basically attacked an officer. I ended up giving him a black eye, and extracted some hair causing a rather big, bald spot, which led to me being in a straight jacket for the rest of the questionings they performed. You can tell that emotionally wise this was a bad time for me.
Finally, they caught and put Ryan in jail for the rest of his life. The only sadness I felt towards that person is he has a brother named Dexter. I feel bad for him to have a brother like that and I soon learned that his brother was the only thing he had. Still I thought Ryan deserved being in jail even though his brother was all alone. Shortly after he was put in Jail, my Aunt Margie or my mother’s sister came and picked me up. I never heard anything about Dexter, almost as if he disappeared.
Darn it!!! I haven’t properly introduced myself!
Well, my name is Bambi Amber D’Rose Angelino. I know a mouth full but it’s original. I am a 5’7 girl with big, doe brown eyes and yes I still have black hair that now reaches the middle of my back. You most likely are like, ‘You’re named Bambi, really?’ well my mother used to say that my eyes were big, and doe like so she decided Bambi suited me well. While I thought was the fact that Aunt Margie told me she was obsessed with Bambi when she was my age and decided she wanted her child’s name to be Bambi. I still side with Aunt Margie.
I got a feeling you’re a little confused but I will set you straight. I, Bambi moved from New York at 6 to Day Shore, Kansas. I have stayed there for the last 10 years and now I am 16 years old. The thing is nothing has changed since I moved here, except everyone hates my guts to no end. I guess it comes with the territory when you life in a small town and new people are the new version of terrorists. You can’t say I didn’t try. I guarantee that I tried every trick in the book and each person told me the same, stupid thing, “Mama and Daddy told me not to talk to strangers.” At first I understood them but after the same thing for 10 years it just became a mute point. So I got used to only talking to my family. But I have to say these people just don’t like individuality one bit. Like now with me dancing down the street and they look at me like I just committed a terrible crime for just wiggling my butt!
It’s amazing how prejudice and unsocial this town can be. I heard from my Aunt that the last time a stranger came into town there was a mass murder. I still don’t know the whole story but that’s mainly for the fact that they all think I am going to pull out a knife and decide to murder them. It’s sad but, oh well. They’re not the only one worried about murderers because I heard something that might just kill me.
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I had previously posted this story a while ago and decided to repost it, so for any one that reads this and thinks I copied someone, I didn't. Enjoy, commnet, and vote!!
