Friday, November 8, 2013
I'm Sorry, Jimmy
After the troopers showed up at my door, I knew this was it. I knew that somehow, someway, Katie's murder was going to be pinned on me. I deserved it. I did kill someone after all. It wasn't prison I was afraid of, if anything prison would be the best place for me, I'm a wolf, I belong with other wolves. Prison doesn't scare me, Jimmy scares me. The Savage brothers scare me. The police will throw me in jail, Jimmy and the Savage brothers will kill me. I deserve whatever I get, I guess. I just don't want Jimmy to think I would do this to him. I would never do that. I've carried a lot of resentment towards Jimmy for so many years, but I still respected him as much as I did 10 minutes before I was taken. Jimmy left me in that car, he didn't climb in and he made me do it alone. He should've been there. He should've helped me. I know he's going to kill me. Literally kill me when he finds out. Celeste will tell him everything I said to her as I expected she would, she just wants to do what's right. How can I blame her for that? He will find out the evidence the police have on me and his mind will be made up. And I will be dead. When the Savage brothers invited me to go for a drink with them, and I climbed into the back of their car, I turned around because I knew I would never return to my house, to my family. I was being kidnapped all over again, except this time I went willingly, this time the ending to the memory will be better. I will be dead. I will finally be free from this. Walking into the bar I expected to see Jimmy, but he was no where to be found. I knew he would show up eventually and get his revenge. The Savage brothers were feeding me these drinks that I was not about to refuse, telling me stories that I pretended I cared about. I pretended like I didn't know what was going on. But I know Jimmy, and I know the Savage brothers. Jimmy finally showed up and soon after he sat down I had to run out to the pier where I had disposed of the muggers body days before to throw up the 10 shots I had just taken. I turned around after my stomach settled and Jimmy was there, unsettling my stomach again. This was it. Dave Boyle died 25 years ago and the wolf that remained in his body was about to die too.
My Side Of The Story
Yeah I was at McGill's the night Katie Marcus was murdered. Yes I saw her dancing on the bar with two of her friends. Did I kill her? No. Katie left the bar with her friends 15 minutes before I did and that was the last I ever saw of her. The back of her head as she walked out of the entrance into the night. I stumbled out of the bar around 1 am to walk home. I started walking towards my house but the next thing I know I'm headed towards Sean's childhood home. I find myself drifting back to that street, drowning in my memories. I walked up and down Sean's street 10 times before I finally was able to drift home. On my way back to the house I was stopped by a guy on the street. He walked straight up to me and said "Your wallet or your life, I'm leaving with one of them". How cheesy was that line. That guy clearly watched way too many crime movies. By the look in his eye, I knew he was serious. I began to reach for my wallet when something inside of me snapped. I wasn't going to let this guy or anyone take advantage of me, not again. I was not going to let myself be a victim any longer. I clenched my hand into a fist and swung as hard as I possibly could, connecting with his cheekbone. He was expecting it at all. He toppled over and I jumped on top of him, slamming his head into the sidewalk. Not knowing that he had a knife in his hand until it sliced me down the stomach. I just kept on smashing his head into the ground. I couldn't stop. I punched, I kicked, I stomped. The whole time we were on the ground I could only picture what happened to me in that basement. I could only see the faces of Henry and George, touching me, talking to me. I did everything to that mugger that I've wished for so long that I could've done to those "cops". After a few minutes, he stopped fighting back. His eyes were shut and his body became limp. I finally stood up staring down at what I had just done. He was dead, I knew it. But what do I do now. I dragged his body into an ally and hid it behind some boxes while I ran as fast as I could back to the house to pick up my car. Blood draining from stomach and my knuckles. What have I done. When I arrived at my house I dove into the drivers seat and sped away. I pulled up to the ally and dragged the unknown muggers body into my trunk. I drove around for a while while my wound oozed all over my car. That was the least of my worries at that moment. What was I suppose to do with his body. Where do I put it. Finally I ended up at the pier and decided that my best option was to throw his body into the water and act like nothing ever happened. I pulled his body out of the trunk and hoisted him over the railings and into the ocean. It's like it never even happened.
The Boy Who Escaped From Wolves
I was evil. I could feel it in my bones, running through my veins. I could see it in my eyes every time I looked in the mirror. I couldn't barely stand looking at myself in the mirror at all. Dave Boyle went into that house in Fall River but he never escaped. His body escaped, but his soul remained in that basement, under that sleeping bag, curled up in the corner, terrified for the next time he was going to get a visit. Who came out of that house, I'm not sure. I'm still not sure even to this day, so many years later. I don't know who I am. The only thing I know is that as far as I was concerned, Dave Boyle was dead and his body was just an empty shell. I went out for a drink that night that Katie was murdered because that's what I usually did when the memories of my past were too overwhelming to bare. After drinking until I was on the verge of passing out, I would leave the bars and walk around. Somehow ending up in front of Sean Devine's childhood home, every time. I had escaped the wolves that kidnapped me that day, but within those 4 days of being in that basement, I had become a wolf too. Not knowing it until I had escaped. I was evil. I was everything they were. Dave Boyle was dead. Dead as can be. And I was a wolf, hiding in the shell of Dave Boyle's body.
Friday, October 25, 2013
The Days That Live In Infamy
When I crawled into the back seat of that "police car" I had no idea what was about to come. The thoughts running through my head during the drive didn't even compare to the reality I was about to face. The floor was covered in trash which I thought was unusual for a police car but I didn't dare to say a single word. I could feel myself shaking as I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat and hold back the tears from falling down my face. I was so worried about what my mother was going to do when I got home that I didn't even realize we were driving the opposite way from my house. I spent the next ten minutes trying to work up the courage to ask where we were going but once I finally opened my mouth, not a single sound came out. It was like my vocal cords were paralyzed. After another hour of driving, the car pulled up to this run down house somewhere in Fall River. I knew the town because I saw big sign on the highway that said "Welcome to Fall River, enjoy your stay!"; I knew I wouldn't enjoy my stay. We pulled into the garage and the skinny cop grabbed my arm and ripped me from the back seat, dragging me inside the house. I finally got my voice back as I screamed "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Who are you?" The only response I got from them was "Shut up you little brat or I'll kill you"; I never said another word. The skinny cop brought me into this secluded room in the basement with nothing but a dirty sleeping bag. The next things to come would be the worst of it, something I refuse to repeat, something so bad and disgusting that I will never be the same. This happened 3 times each day that I was imprisoned in that room. The skinny cop brought me food once a day, I could sense he was the weaker one, I could see the sympathy in his eyes as he handed me a class of water and a peanut butter sandwich that had to last me the whole day. I knew this wasn't his idea and he was just as afraid of the fat cop as I was, but that only made me feel better for a few minutes before remembering that his partner would be coming in soon to "spend time with me". Finally, on the 4th day of captivitey, I had the chance to escape. I heard the door slam behind the "cops" as they exited the house and I knew that if I had any chance to get out of here, this was it. I climbed up the stairs, carefully listening to my surroudnigns in case they came back earlier than expected. Once I reached the back door I ran as fast as I could through the woods, not knowing where I was heading but knowing anywhere was better than that place. I ran as fast as lightning, faster than I ever thought I could, but no matter how fast I ran I could still feel the fat cop's breath on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing heavily in my ear, the thoughts of what happened in that basement refused to leave my mind. I finally reached a gas station and I knew I would be saved. I told the guy behind the counter that I was kidnapped and to call the police. He did immediately after I finished talking and a few minutes later the police showed up. The real police. It was over, it was finally over.
http://thisdistractedglobe.com/2010/05/12/mystic-river/
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