Young Love Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


One of two short stories about love lost, the stories are unrelated, but show two responses of a similar situation.

Submitted: June 12, 2018

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They’d been friends for years, all through high school and through their first year of college. They swore even after marriage they’d stay close, possibly living as neighbors with their respective families. They were brother and sister, though their families were completely different; Jacob grew up in a lower class family living in a run down two bedroom home in the Morning View Mobile home park, while Sierra’s family owned a five bedroom Victorian home in the historical district. Two polar opposites they were, but when they met in the sixth grade, class meant nothing to them. Up through high school the two were inseparable, neither one dating and spending most of their free time together. They were chastised their friendship most of their High School years, Jacob hearing the terms “trailer trash” and “worthless” more than any young man should. Sierra as deemed both a prude and a slut for spending so much time with a “lower classed” young man and never even showing interest in any of the boys at school. They never worried what others said, however. They had each other and knew there was nothing more important than a true friendship like theirs. 

After high school, they both attended the state university, much to Sierra’s parents’ dismay, and spent the better part of every day together. They loved college life. They both had new beginnings; Sierra was not seen as the prissy rich man’s daughter, Jacob escaping the “Trailer Trash” stereotype. They could finally be what they always wanted to: Best Friends without question. 

Their first semester of college began in august; Sierra was majoring in Fashion Design, Jacob in Graphic Design. They said they’d start their own company with their respective degrees and a few connections Sierra had. That plan, however, would never see fulfillment. 

It was mid December of 1997, two weeks prior to exams, three to Christmas vacation. Jacob was hulled-up in his room cramming seven chapters into one ten page essay for a class, and Sierra had went out with some of the girls in her dorm. 

He knew when it happened; he felt it down to his very soul. Approximately 10:30pm, a single tear ran down his cheek and he swore he heard her whisper his name. It wasn’t until eleven o’clock that he would know for sure, however. Sierra was dead. 

The details were fuzzy, as was the following week for Jacob. What was known was that a young white man, mid to late twenties, had attempted to rob Sierra and her friends at knifepoint. Even after the cash had been handed to him, however, he was not satisfied. Bianca, Sierra’s roommate, said the man ‘screamed in fury and grabbed Sierra, bellowing that we didn’t have enough money for him’. None of the girls knew what to do, they all feared for Sierra’s life. Sierra, however, was not one of those girls. 

Sierra defended herself as the man attempted to drag her into a dark alley. She kicked and scratched him with all God’s might, but to no avail. The stranger apparently lost patience with her and proceeded to slash at her throat with his four inch switchblade. Sierra, of course, did not survive. 

No one took this worse than Jacob, not her parents, not her roommate. No one. He was let out of all his classes for the rest of the semester and allowed an early start on Christmas vacation, as if that would ease the emptiness he felt. 

Christmas was slim as always at his family’s house, and a new, dark foreboding fell upon the whole season that year. One would suppose things were worsened by the fact that Jacob knew no one other than Sierra; had never taken the time to make other friends. He spent a lot of time in his room on those cold December nights, reminiscing of the better days, leafing through years of photographs and crying black tears. 

Despite the better judgment of his family, and against all he felt within him, Jacob returned to school the following spring. For the first time since high school, he was the target of stares and muffled whispers. He wished these old friends would mock him of his family’s home, instead he heard partial sentences including ‘best friend’; ‘beautiful girl’; and ‘murdered last month’. It was one of the most difficult times he never dreamed he’d face. 

In the months to follow Jacob became more reclusive, separating from all aspects of social life at school. He kept to himself so much that his roommate hardly knew his name. He refused to make new friends, and equally ignored his counselors’ suggestions of ‘finding a good hobby’. He had his hobby; he would sit alone on the roof of his three story dorm building and play his guitar. It was a gift she had given him, the most expensive graduation gift he had ever expected. She had signed the guitar “Congratulations, see you next fall! Love- Sierra”. Every time he removed the cherry wood acoustic from its case he could hear her laughter echoing in the sound hole. 

He could never let her go. He refused to allow that to happen.
 


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