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Short Story- Emily Rose and Mrs. Shane |
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I posted this on deviantART, but decided to also post it on gaia since those are the only two sites I really go onto besides youtube.
Story behind story: My friend sheworlf wrote this awesome FMA fan fic short story kind of thing and I was like "Wow, amazing!" I also mentioned that I stunk at writting stories, that I was better and drawing them out. She thought that I could write a story so I said that I'd write her one to she what she thought of it. It took me the whole day, but I managed to finish it and she actually liked it. I hope you (whoever you are) do, too.
Emily Rose and Mrs. Shane
When I was younger, there was an elderly lady named Mrs. Shane who lived down the street from our house. She always let me come over whenever I became bored. I’ve always been the only child, and my friends are all a twenty minute walk away from me. We’d bake, or work together in her garden, but one of the things I liked best about visiting her was when I got to go over to help make her rhubarb jam. I personally don’t like jams, but for some reason I particularly liked this one she made. It was sweet, just like her.
Since I went over there so much, Mrs. Shane ended up becoming a friend of the family over time. Sometimes when we had family functions, she’d come over. We’d also invite her for dinner every now and then, and she’d always bring her rhubarb jam with her. We enjoyed having her over. We knew how lonely she was after her husband died, so we wanted to help her out as best we could. She was also great company, too.
One summer, I believe it was of 2005, we had planned on going on a trip to the Caribbean for a month. We asked Mrs. Shane to watch over the house and our cat Ian while we were away, and she was more than happy to.
The day before we had to leave, my dad noticed that we didn’t have enough luggage bags for our stuff, so he headed out to the store to pick up a couple more. On his way out the door, Mrs. Shane happened to be on our front porch ready to ring the bell. My dad told her our situation, so she offered to lend my parents her empty luggage bags. They where fairly large, so both of my parents left with Mrs. Shane to go pick them up. I was almost fourteen at the time, so I stayed at home with Ian and waited for my parents to come back home.
When my parents had left, it had been around three o’clock. It was getting late now, almost six o’clock. I wondered if maybe they had decided to stay over at Mrs. Shane’s to have tea or something, then I realized that around this time was when my parents and I would have dinner together.
Another hour passed. The ticking of the clock was growing louder as the house became more silent with each passing minute. I was listening for the sound of keys in the lock; a sign of my parents coming back from Mrs. Shane’s… a sign that should have happened ours ago. Now my heart began to race a little. I began petting Ian who was currently on my lap, meowing and purring as I pet him. Outside I could hear a police car driving by the house. I didn’t get up to look though. My mom always told me not to stick my nose into other peoples business. Suddenly, my stomach started growling. I had forgotten that I hadn’t had anything to eat since noon, so I put Ian down and got up to go into the kitchen. I decided to make a PB and J sandwich with Mrs. Shane’s jam. I made it and took a bite. That calmed me down a little, so I went back into the living room to eat my sandwich.
Just as I was about to sit down, the doorbell rang, then I heard someone knocking on the door. I put my sandwich down on the coffee table and I headed towards the door. I was tall enough to look through the peep hole, so I looked through to see who was there. Instead of seeing either of my parents at the door, I saw two officers on my porch. I wondered why they might be there, but I saved those thoughts for another time as I unlocked and opened the door.
I looked up at the gentlemen and said, “Good evening, officers.” Then I asked, “What can I do for you?”
“Are you Emily Rose?” one of them asked me.
I replied with a nod. I was a little nervous around the two cops.
One of them sighed and rubbed his Temples, then placed one of his hands on my shoulder and looked me in the eye.
“Now, Emily,” he started to say, “I know this might be hard for you to hear, but I need to listen to me.” He sighed again
I didn’t know what he said next, because something caught my eyes from behind the officer’s head. I saw someone familiar in the back of the police car with blood stains on them. My eyes widened as I noticed it was Mrs. Shane in the back seat.
“Umm… excuse me officer, but why is Mrs. Shane in the back seat of your car?” I asked as I pointed to the officer’s vehicle.
The officer’s looked at each other and then looked back at me. “Well, that’s what we were explaining to you just now,” one of them told me. “You see… Mrs. Shane, well….. she attacked your parents with a kitchen knife and she stabbed them several times. They aren’t in critical condition, though. The stab wounds aren’t in fatal areas.”
I could feel the tears building up in my eyes as the officer told me the news. I was sad because my parents had been stabbed, but I was also happy because they weren’t dead. Even though those things were going through my mind, those weren’t really making me cry so much. I couldn’t believe that after all we had done for her. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Shane would betray us like that…. but she did
I looked at her as my tears rolled down my cheeks, my PB and J churning in my stomach.
I’ve never had a PB and J since.
 Naki-cool · Thu Jan 29, 2009 @ 03:20pm · 0 Comments |
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