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Dead Horse: Something that is no longer of use. 'Beating a dead horse,' = getting nowhere.
The dull light seeped through my window, another 'beautiful' day in La Push. Yay. I saw the tear stains on my pillow and threw the comforter on top of them in an attempt to hide them. The house was still asleep; this was my favorite part of the day. I pulled on some old torn jeans and a baggy hoodie. As I trudged down the stairs my beagle, Cappuccino, attacked me. She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes and I cracked.
"Yeah we can go on a walk," I whispered, petting her head. She licked my hand and ran off in the direction of her leash. I half-smiled, I love that dog. I hooked on her leash and we went through the front door, Cappuccino already pulling ahead.
"Wait a minute, I've got to get the paper," I tugged gently on her leash and Cappuccino ran back to my side. I bent down to get the newspaper and took it inside. As I set it down on the table however, the headline caught my eye.
WATCH YOUR STEP
THERE HAVE BEEN A GROWING NUMBER OF RAPES IN THE PORT ANGELES AND SURROUNDING AREAS, AS OF THIS MORNING THERE WERE TWELVE REPORTED AND THE PORT ANGELES POLICE BELIEVE THAT THERE ARE MORE YOUNG WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN TOO AFRAID TO COME FORWARD. MANY VICTIMS HAVE SIMILAR ATTRIBUTES: TAN SKIN, DARK BROWN HAIR, AVERAGE HEIGHT, AND MOST ARE AROUND THE AGE OF 18. ONE TRAUMITIZED VICTIM STATED, "I WAS SO SCARED, I WAS JUST IN AN ALLEY WALKING MY DOG AND HE ATTACKED ME RIGHT THEN AND THERE, ALL I SAW WERE HIS EYES, BLACK AND COLD, ALMOST AS IF HE WASN'T HUMAN AT ALL, LIKE HE HAD GONE COMPLTELY INSANE, WHEN HE WAS DONE HIS EYES TURNED HAZEL FOR JUST A SECOND AS HE WHISPERED, "SORRY" THEN HE RAN OFF AND LEFT ME THERE…" THE LAST VICTIM WAS FOUND IN HER CAR ALONG HIGHWAY 101 TO FORKS WASHINGTON, THE TOWN OF FORKS IS GEARING UP AND WATCHING OUT; REMEMBER, NEVER TRAVEL ALONE…
I put the paper down in disgust, all those poor girls, scarred for life. Cappuccino was pulling on her leash so I opened the door and put the article to the back of my mind.
Cappuccino pulled me into the woods, a common and welcome occurrence. I liked the woods, the sound of the birds in the trees, the warm breeze seeming to come from nowhere, the smell of rotting plants and tree sap, of stagnant water, and the buzz of insects, all sensations the rest of the world seemed to hate, which is exactly why I loved them. No one was ever around that I had to smile for, no one to ask why I was up, or where I got my shoes, etc. Yes, the woods were definitely my favorite place to be. As Cappuccino pulled me onto a familiar trail I slipped off into a daydream, humming a simple tune…
The forest was behind us, and the sun was shining down. His chestnut hair was shaggy, the way I liked it, and it shone in the bright light. For the first time in so long I was looking into his gorgeous eyes, I could still see the trace of laughter that always gleamed there, but the spark was darkened with love. His hand gripped my own.
"You came back," I smiled, a real smile, not the half-hearted ones I had smiled since he left.
"Of course," he grinned, "how could I leave my love?" He moved closer and took my other hand as well.
"I love you too Alex," His eyes flashed with a smile. "Please don't ever leave me again," I mumbled, embarrassed by my intense need for him to tell me I would never be alone again.
"Wouldn't dream of it…" he murmured, moving his lips closer to mine…
My unreality was sharply broken as Cappuccino barked. I glared at her in mock anger. "Shut up you silly dog." I tried to be angry at her for ruining my fantasy at its best part, but when you look at that cute beagle face all your worries disappear, this of course was why she was my best friend, well other than Lily.
A twig snapped to my right and I jumped in fright, I immediately thought of the article I had read, and smacked myself, how could I have been so stupid? The signs were all there, I was just too brainless to notice them. I looked and saw nothing, but as I thought about it more I realized how many similarities I had with the victims. My hair was light brown, my eyes piercing blue, I am 18, I even have a dog! I tried to take a deep breath, but when that attempt at calming myself failed I thought of his face. The picture was blurred both because I hadn't seen him in so many years and because I had no idea what he had grown up to look like. But his chestnut hair was still present, shaggy because I liked to think he kept it that way for my benefit. His hazel eyes looked at me lovingly and his hands were large, warm, and strong, when we were little, the last time I had seen him, he had small soft hands, but I had always thought that he would be a hard worker; his hands encased my face in their warmth and his lips were smooth. While my mind was completely off of the supposed attacker, my heart rate had done the opposite of slow down.
I heard the rustling again and looked around me, towards the source of the sound. It's just a squirrel or something, this IS the forest after all…but I knew I couldn't convince myself of that, if it was a squirrel Cappuccino would be tugging on the leash to get it, but instead she was cowering against me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up straight and I had nowhere to run. I had no idea where this thing was. I felt a warm, rough hand grab my waist from behind, another hand hit me hard on the head, as I faded into unconsciousness I felt Cappuccino's leash slip out of my grip. At least she got away…
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