That day twenty-two years ago changed my life. I look back and I wonder why I had wanted to break into that house. I look back and wonder what made me get into that rowboat. I look back and I know that I would never do anything differently. The trip on that river may have changed me, but maybe it changed me for the better.
For the first nineteen years, after it happened, I refused to talk about it. I refused to talk at all. Two years ago, I finally started to talk again. I started to tell people about my story. Not many people believed me, but at the time I didn't care about being believed. Now, however, I want people to know. I want people to believe me, to believe Ella. I never met her but, even to this day, I feel that I have a connection to her. A lot of my demons are the same as hers.
So, to honor the memory of Ella, I have decided to finish what she started. I'm writing out everything that happened to me out on the river. I'm going to tell my story and I'm going to share my demons with others in an effort to help them. When I'm done, I'll put mine and Ella's stories together. I'll leave them somewhere for someone to find one day when I'm gone. Or maybe I won't have left yet. Who knows?
I want to warn you of something now before you begin to read the real story. Just like Ella's, this story is not for the faint of heart. I suggest that you don't read this if you are expecting closure or a happy ending. The ending of my story may not be as bad as Ella's, but it is still something most would shy away from. I cannot control who reads this and who doesn't, but please, don't blame me for the words on the page. Read at your own risk.
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White Bridge River
HorrorA dead body discovered by a trespassing teen. A book filled with pages telling a horrible story. A rowboat abandoned on the shore of the White Bridge River. What does it all mean? Vivien Whitman is a troubled teen with an even more troubled past. S...
