The Seams of Reality,

Today, I turned 15 years old, and it is a day that I can never forget. It was a beautiful afternoon in

August; the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky. It was about 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the

weather outside was beautiful, so I decided that I'd go to the park and relax. I pulled out my phone and

saw that it was almost dead, so I plugged it in and placed it on top of my desk before I made my way

outside.

Before I made my way outside, I grabbed a cold can of A & W root beer from the fridge and chugged it,

and then tossed the empty can in the recycling. Before I went outside I checked to see how full the trash

can was and decided that it was time to take it out. I went to the living room and told my mom that after

I took out the trash I'd be going to the park. When she told me it was fine, I made my way back to the

kitchen and took out the trash.

When I finished doing that, I began my long walk to the park. Since the distance from my house to the

park is 25 minutes long, it gives me a lot of time to think to myself. Today, I decided to think about a

story my friend had shown me the other day. It was about this kid our age who went missing and how

his abduction was linked to the death of a single father and his only son. From what I recall, it was really

gruesome, and it gave me the chills when I thought about it.

Oh how time flies. While I was thinking about the story from the other day, it appears I had almost made

it to the park. When I arrived at the entrance, I could hear the sounds of children happily playing in the

distance, and the sound of birds chirping in a nearby tree. Although when I looked up in the sky I noticed

that clouds were starting to form, but they hadn't blocked out the sun, so it was still fairly bright out. I

looked at my watch to check the time, it was ten of two.

I made my way to a nearby bench and plopped down. "It's nice to go outside and smell the fresh air

every once in a while," I thought to myself. Without even realizing it, I had fallen asleep while sitting on

the bench. When I wake up from my little nap I check the time and I notice that it's 25 after 4. I can't

believe that I was asleep for 2 hours. When I get up to stretch my legs, I notice that my neck is really

sore, curse these benches. I look around and I notice that the sky is completely filled with clouds now,

"It's definitely going to rain soon," I muttered to myself.

I look around and notice that the park is deserted but that's when I hear it. In the distance, I can hear

the cries of a child, which isn't a good sign. Since I'm the oldest of 5 siblings, I know that something had

to have happened for them to cry like that. So I make my way towards the source of the cries, and stop.

I see a pool of blood, and a body, and that's when I ran to see what happened. When I make it to the

source of the blood, I notice that the child is shaking the man whose blood covered the sidewalk.

I take a closer look and I can see that the man has been stabbed. He was stabbed multiple times in the

stomach, and then finally in the heart, with the knife not far from his body. When the child finally

noticed me, he kept telling me over and over that his dad was sleeping and that he was trying to wake

him up. But I knew that he was most likely dead. To be on the safe side, I checked his pulse. I pull my

hand away quickly once my fingers touch his skin, he's stone cold. When I try again and actually take his

pulse, I now that he's definitely dead.

I reach for my back pocket to grab my phone when I realized that I didn’t have it on me; it was at home

charging on my desk right now. I glance down at my wrist to check the time, it was almost 5 o’clock. It

was starting to get really late, so I decided that I’d stay until 6 o’clock, before I’d finally make my way

home. So, I told the child that I’ll be back soon. I decided that the best thing to do in this situation would

be to get helps. So I searched the park for someone that could help me, but I couldn’t find a single

person. I look around the park, not once, not twice, but three times to look for someone who could

help.

But to no avail, nobody was around. It was as if everyone had upped and vanished while I had slept on

the bench. Since the park was so full of life before I had fallen asleep, but now it’s devoid of life and now

there’s a dead body. I decide to head back to where the child and the body of his dead father were, and

as I make my way towards it, I realize that the child isn’t making any sounds. Which I found peculiar

since it’s only been 20 minutes, and I doubt he wouldn’t be making any noises by now. So I quicken my

pace, and that’s when I stopped dead in my tracks.

“What in the bloody hell just happened? I knew for a fact they were here!” I yell in frustration!

It was as if nothing had happened at all. Where the body of the boy’s dead father should’ve been was

completely empty. What was even stranger was the fact that there was no longer any blood to be seen,

it wasn’t as if it was cleaned up, but as if all traces of it had disappeared. The blood that was on sidewalk

didn’t even leave a stain. But the child, the child had vanished as well, it was if all traces of this murder

were erased completely, with me being the only witness to these events.

I decide that I’ll start searching for the child at least, since people just can’t disappear without a trace,

right? I spend a good solid 20 minutes searching the park for the child, but I couldn’t find him anyway. It

was as if he never even existed in the first place. I check my watch and it’s already 6:15, I need to get

home as fast as I can. Just as I make my way home it finally starts raining, I knew I should’ve checked the

forecast before I left home today.

It’s only a light drizzle, so I decided to walk at my usual pace on my way home, contemplating on what

just happened. When I was almost halfway home it finally decided to start pouring rain, and I made a

quick decision; in order to get not as drenched, I’d run the rest of the way home. But this backfired on

me, and when I finally arrived at my doorstep I was drenched from head to toe. Not only were my

clothes soaked, but sweat was pouring down my face and I was wheezing. I definitely need to get more

exercise, I thought to myself.

When I opened the door, I kicked off my shoes and made my way towards the bathroom. I decided that

instead of taking a shower like I usually do, I’d take a bath instead. Since I’m freezing, and I need some

time to actually think to myself, a lot has happened today. I start to draw my bath water when I check to

see if there were any towels in the bathroom, but sadly, there wasn’t. I head towards my room in my

wet clothes, but my sister stops me just as I’m about to open my door.

“What have you been doing all afternoon, and why are you soaking wet?” she asked, with a hint of

annoyance.”

“I was at the park and I ended up falling asleep, and when I woke up I hurried home, but it started

raining as I was leaving the park. When I was halfway home, it started raining cats and dogs, so I ran the

rest of the way.” I replied, making sure to leave out the part about the murder.

“Humph.” My sister huffed before she went downstairs to grab something to eat from the kitchen.

After my annoying little sister I finally opened my door and I entered my room and made my way

towards my desk. I make my way towards my desk to unplug my phone, since it ought to be fully

charged by now, and I noticed that my friend sent me an email; I decide to check it later because I have

things to do, like getting clean. I go to my dresser and take out a clean set of pajamas and underwear

and set them out on my bed.

As I was making my way towards my closet I heard something, although I wasn’t entirely sure what it

was exactly. So I stopped moving, and covered my mouth in order to reduce any noises that would

interfere. That’s when I heard it, it was a sound similar to that of water dripping from a faucet, so I listen

closely and I realize that it’s coming from my closet.

I continue towards my closet and I notice that the carpet around it is soaked, but I don’t pay too much

attention towards it. I open up my closet door and I immediately scramble away from the closet. Before

I knew it I was backed up against the wall as I looked in horror at what my closet contained. There,

hanging in the closet was the body of the young boy from earlier, stabbed dozens of times; with blood

stains soaked into the wood.