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May 12, 2000
“What would it take to really brake a heart?” She
asked herself, looking into the glimmer of the moon on
the water. The lake had taken on the appearance of
black oil in the night sky. The sight of it made her
feel like she was in another world. Willow and her
friend Sully went to this particular beach area all the
time. They called it Lake Dream, always together, but
this time she went alone.
She asked herself the same question over and over as
if expecting an answer. The wind blew softly against her
cheek as she arose from her place on the shore. Wiping
herself off she stood there for what seemed like hours
in her head. Though nothing was wrong, Willow Sullivan
felt like she had a cloud of sadness storming over her
Reluctantly Willow began to walk to her car, which
had been parked at the end of a dirt trail that lead to
the lake. It was some what cold, however, the fleece she
borrowed from Sully kept her bones warm. The tree’s
looked as though they were waving. Cricket’s sounded off
in the distance. Yet, something about the atmosphere
A sudden sound had caught her attention. IT wasn’t
your normal “possibly and animal” sound it was louder
and closer. Fear was rising in her stomach. Looking
around she could see nothing, with that she continued to
walk again. Making herself believe it was a fallen
branch or something she pulled her keys from her pocket.
Senses on full alert, she walked faster. The trail was
almost at an end. As she approached the clearing she
noticed a piece of paper held down by a rock.
Frozen, she closed her eyes and tried to gain
control over her fear. She rarely ever went to the lake
at night and by herself, Sully was always with her.
Thinking that, she cursed herself for being so utterly
blonde. Opening her eyes, there was not a sound to be
heard. Realizing her fists were clenched she slowly
unclenched them. The piece of paper looked like snow in
the darkness of the woods. Willow began to walk again,
approaching the paper, she knelt down. It was folded in
half and the rock was shaped like a heart. Willow stood
there staring at the rock for a moment. She gave another
quick glance around her. She picked up the piece of
paper and unfolded it. Willow’s hands shook while she
read. It read,
Can you see me? I can see you Willow!
Willow crumpled the paper, threw it and ran to her
car. The fear had flamed out of control and her
breathing became erratic. Fumbling with her keys she
felt a strong pressure on the back of her head.
Suddenly, blackness covered her eyes and she fell
January 13, 2000
The supermarket was always empty at one in the
morning. That has always been how Willow liked to shop.
People make her nervous, like being lost in a sea of
nothing. Isle’s empty, cash register’s with no lines, it
was so easy.
Willow casually picked up her items: Deodorant,
toilet paper, easy mac, green tea, and a few other quick
things. Turning the isle, Willow saw a man, his shopping
cart one quarter full. She couldn’t believe anyone else
shopped at such an ungodly hour. The closer she got the
more Willow noticed how handsome this man was. Averting
her eyes she walked passed him. Feeling his eye’s on
her, she blushed.
“Excuse me miss...but have I seen you before?” The
man said with tone that could only be recognized as a
pick up line.
“I don’t think so Mr.?”
“Sully, Sully Myers.”
“you mean like Michael Myers?” She laughed.
“Maybe...What is your name?” He shot her a grin that
was to die for. She didn’t want to think like this.
Relationships are nothing but trouble, she thought.
“Willow Sullivan.” Making sure not to appear
interested, she smiled and walked away.
“Not so fast...can I at least get a phone number? To
maybe just be friends. ”He yelled.
“Well Sully, if I see you again I’ll give it to
you.” She yelled back still walking away. She succeeded,
she didn’t buckle beneath the smile of a man.
She walked to her car, groceries in hand, feeling
like superwoman. It’s been a long time since she’s
turned a man down. It felt good, taking in a deep breath
she opened her door, got in and drove away.
Back at her apartment, Willow paid her bills, did
the laundry, and fed her dog Bowser. The boring life she
was leading suited her fine. The minimal excitement the
Willow inherited half a million dollars from her
uncle Tom. He won the lottery a year before he died. Tom
had no children and Willow, being his only niece,
inherited the money. She keeps a low key life. A
moderate apartment in town, a used car, and a few other
small luxuries. There is still three quarter’s of the
money in her bank account.
Sleep took over Willow at five. A long dreamless
sleep was interrupted by Bowser. Barking, Willow sat up,
rubbing her eyes and stretching. Slipping on black
windbreaker pants and a white tank top, she grabbed
Bowser’s leash and went for a jog.
It was four in the afternoon, but to Willow it felt
like morning. As she ran on a backroad the wind picked
up a little. The gust of wind felt nice on her sweaty
skin. Still running, she came upon a corner store a half
a mile ahead. Tying Bowser to a tree near by, Willow
walked into the store to buy some water. Browsing the
isle, she panted. Finding the water, she turned and
bumped into a soft but firm object.
“Miss Sullivan, your standing on my foot.” Sully
said with a sarcastic laugh.
“Sully? The guy from the market?” She said trying to
sound unimpressed. Coming close to failure.
“Yeah that would be me. Well it looks like I get your
phone number now doesn’t it.” He gave her that grin again.
She couldn’t escape him now.