The Day I Find Her Dead.

The Day I Find Her Dead.

A Story by Jayden Goodrem
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This is what has happen to me in real life I have changed a few things but year.

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The Day I found her dead

It was a nice day, weather was overcast the temperature was -3’c. Listening to a song that I cannot listen too any more for the memory of that day is too much.

I went to walk too her house. I walked up to the white washed slightly cracked in places with a vine clinging to dear life with some to the arch which lovingly held by the peeler that show were the massiveness of the place of the Bingley's. I was rather  found the style of the entrance. 

I took a breath and straighten my hair with my hand for I always felt intimidated by the Binglays . I took hold of the brass monkey with its arms in a bowl. I fling the arms up. I cam down with a BANG. Straighten my hair once more as I waited for the arrival of her and or her parents.

Her mother answered the door in a red dress that didn't hide much with her purple underwear showing in the most provocative way with a half smoked cigarettes hanging loosely out of her. 

The she looked at me with annoyance "In the shed" I felt scared for the manner of her voice aggressively annoyed .

"Thank you miss Binglay"  I said my trout tense and small with fear.

Walking up toward the shed expecting her to be working on one of her invention she did a lot of them. I knocked on to the door  softly. When I did the opened slowing to revival a figure suspended and spinning slowly behind a transparent silvery screen plastic.

As I walked with my almost dead stomach struggling to keep my heart in my chest. I pulled away piece of the plastic. I knew that it would be be her but I don't think you could be prepared for it the see of her fully like that her face as pretty as it once was a shades of blue and purple. Her hands were clutched lightly. I can still see her to this day the way her neck look like a Juice popper stow, hair of chalk coal the limpness of her body I can never forget that point in time when it all change The way I look at things.  

© 2014 Jayden Goodrem


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Jayden Goodrem
Jayden Goodrem

Canberra , ACT, Australia



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