Past Bedtime (The Sequel)

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After months of being cooped up in the house, Luis takes Leah camping. Leah still thinks Luis killed her father. Did he really?

Submitted: December 16, 2010

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Submitted: December 16, 2010

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PAST BEDTIME: THE SEQUEL

It’s been almost a year since the accident, and the death of my father and Misty. Luis and I have been rebuilding our lives ever since. I know very well that I shouldn’t trust him, but I have to. I can’t ignore my own brother forever.

Since Luis is nineteen years old, he’s had his driver’s license for awhile. He decided to bring me on a camping trip with him.

I remember the day clearly. It was mid-summer. Just after dark, Luis told me to pack my things and get in the car. I obeyed. I didn’t know where we were going or how long we’d be away, so I pretty much brought everything. I remember stuffing all my clothes into my favorite bright blue bag. Since the accident, I washed it tons of times to get the cat stink out of it.

After packing, Luis grabbed my arm and pulled me into his car. He had a black and green backpack, two sleeping bags, two pillows, and a folded up tent. Obviously, my first guess to where we were heading was a campsite.

“Luis? Are we going camping?” I asked him.

“Sort of.”

“Why?”

I waited for a long time, but Luis didn’t answer me. Instead, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

“If you don’t tell me, I could call the cops. I could tell them everything you’ve done.”

“I didn’t do a damn thing and you know it, Leah.”

“Then how did those clothes get in your bag?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You were probably drunk.”

“Shut up, Leah. I haven’t had any beer for almost two years.”

“Then who killed Dad? Who ran over him with a truck? You’re the only person I know who just got their truck license!”

“I didn’t kill Dad. I didn’t kill Misty or anyone, Leah.”

“Then who did?”

“I already told you! I don’t know!”

For the rest of the ride, we didn’t say anything. I wanted so much to believe Luis. I wanted to believe that Luis had really rescued me, that I had only imagined everything. But there is so much evidence against him: Dad who ‘happened’ to be hit by a truck, the clothes in his bag, and his alibi was perfect. He had sent me a message telling me that he was home while I was hiding in the closet.

Suddenly I felt the car move violently up and down. I shook in my seat as we moved across the bumpy terrain. I wanted to look out the window and view my surroundings, but it was much too dark. If someone had been standing a few inches from the window, I wouldn’t be able to see them.

Then the car slowed to a stop.

“We’re here,” Luis muttered.

“Where?”

“Just…here, Leah.”

“Okay.” I didn’t want to get my brother angry at me.

He motioned for me to follow him, then grabbed his backpack and got out of the car. I copied. I followed him through the dark surroundings. Each minute, my backpack got heavier. Finally after what felt like three hours, Luis stopped.

“Here,” He said. He threw his backpack onto the ground and pulled the tent slowly out of its bag. I watched him pitch the tent successfully. I grabbed one of the sleeping bags and ducked into the tent.

“Luis?” I asked.

“What.”

“Why are we going camping at such a random time?”

“I like camping,” He lied.

I decided to drop the whole camping thing. I wanted to pretend Dad was there with us. I wanted to pretend that Luis was the same loving brother I had known for my entire life, but I was never good with pretending.

I started laying out my sleeping bag on the side of the tent. Luis came in and set his as far away from mine as possible.

“We should make a fire,” I said.

“No.”

“But we might freeze!”

“We’re not making a fire.”

“What if I make it by myself?”

“No. No fire. Period.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Luis! I’m making a dumb fire!”

“You better not, if you know what’s good for you.” Luis sat on his sleeping bag. “I came camping here once.”

“Good for you.”

“No, Leah. It was a bad idea. These woods have a bad reputation.”

“Woods have reputations now?”

“Just listen!” He shouted, obviously getting on his last nerve. “So many people have gone missing in these woods. Handfuls and handfuls of people.”

“Then why’d you come!”

“One of the people…was Mom.”

“No,” I whispered. “Mom still lives in California!”

“No, Leah. That was a lie. Mom came here with her friends and they were the first people to go missing here.”

“And…you came here to find her?”

“Well, yeah! I miss her so much. It’s been almost five years.”

“So why did we come here?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find Mom.”

“Then we should make a fire!”

“Leah! What did I say about the fire?”

“Sorry.”

I crawled into my sleeping bag. I closed my eyes and began to count sheep. After awhile, I drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

When I awoke, there was still no light. That’s when the impact hit me. I’m an orphan. A girl with no parents. A girl who believed her mother lived in California and had no time to visit her. I’m a girl who‘s brother tried to kill her. I saw things no girl should see.

I started crying, but not silently. I let all my tears and feelings out in one long weep. I needed parents. A girl can’t survive without them. That’s when I made my plan.

“Luis?” I listened for his reply. All I heard were the crickets. I pounced on his sleeping bag. “LUIS!” Still no reply. I searched the tent but he was nowhere to be seen. I hope he’s not out looking for Mom, I thought.

I quietly unzipped the tent, and stepped out into the night. Something bright and orange caught my eye.

“Luis?” I turned to the light. “I thought you said we couldn’t make a fire!” I said. I carefully crept toward the fire. Luis wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Luis?” I asked. Small tears began to form in the corners of my eyes.

Crunch.

I heard something behind me. “Luis?” I called. Cruuunch. “LUIS!” I yelled. Snap. I screamed. I sped off into the woods, frantically pushing the branches away from my face. “LUIS!” I screamed. Then something smacked me in the face. The last thing I saw was a thick tree branch. I should’ve been paying attention. I thought. I shouldn’t have gotten up past bedtime again!

* * * * *

The next thing I saw was the night sky. I heard more crunching. I tried to get up, but soon realized I was already moving. Something was pulling me by my leg, dragging me over the cold ground. Whatever it is. I thought. I can’t let it know I’m awake.

I spent the rest of the trip looking at the stars. I looked for the constellations, but I didn’t know them too well, and all I found was The Big Dipper.

Finally, I felt the grip let go of my leg, and it slammed down onto the ground. I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping. After a long time of silence I slowly opened my left eye. It quickly darted back and forth. I expected to find a man staring back at me, but I didn’t. My other eye flapped open. Nobody was there. I stood up. Crunch. I flinched, and fell headfirst into a pile of leaves. I tried to pretend I was sleeping again, but as I said before, I’m not good at pretending.

The next thing I knew, a body slammed into mine. I was knocked onto the ground and I squinted to identify the person. “Mom?” I gaped in horror

* * * * *

I had been sitting with Mom’s dead body for hours, crying. The only person left is gone. I was completely alone with my crazy brother. I was scared. I knew that he could be anywhere right now. He could be behind me. He could be at home with the cat. He could be lost or dead. I hoped he was the lost.

I realized that I hadn’t figured out what happened to Mom. I wanted to know how she had died. I wanted to know why she didn’t leave the woods. I wanted to know about her, about her life. I wished she was just sleeping, and she would get up soon and tell me all about herself. I squinted in the dark, but couldn’t quite see her. I began to drag her across the forest. Over each twig, leaf, and nut. I pulled her for hours. My arms were about to collapse, when I saw a faint glow in the distance. It was the fire, still going. Then I regained all my strength. I ran with Mom all the way to the tent.

Once I got there, I set Mom up against a large tree trunk.

“Hey, Mom,” I said. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. You know, Dad told me that you were away on a long business trip in California.” I started crying. “Then Luis killed him.” I wiped my eyes, but it didn’t help at all. “I’m talking to a dead person,” I laughed. “I’m going crazy,” I admitted, but continued on my life story. “Since then, Luis wouldn’t let me leave the house. I’ve been cooped up in my room, praying for you to come home. All day, I’d find myself staring out the window. I stared even when the cold, winter freeze covered the glass and I couldn’t see. I always thought you’d just show up one day, and save me from him.”

I must have fallen asleep, because I remember dreaming. I dreamed of Dad coming home with Luis that night. I dreamed that he was alive. I dreamed that we moved to California to be with Mom.

* * * * *

Then I felt someone carrying me. I opened one eye, but couldn’t see the face of the person. I didn’t dare ask. I kept staring at it, when suddenly it stopped moving. It’s face quickly turned to mine. I jumped, and closed my eye. It started walking again. Eventually, I heard something unzipping, then it placed me on a warm pile of blankets. It must be Luis. I thought. He found me, then kindly brought me back to the tent. How sweet. Then, something splashed onto my face. I sat up to see the figure slosh more liquid into the tent, then quickly zip up the tent.

“Luis?” I asked, a hint of terror in my voice. I tried to stand up, but found my legs bound together with rope. I immediately tripped and landed on my side, next to the wet blankets. I saw a hand unzip the tent an inch. It had a small stick. Then, the hand left the tent. I watched impatiently until the hand returned. This time, the stick carried a small flame at the top. A match.

I quickly went to untie my legs to discover that my hands were bound together as well. I screamed as I watched the flames creep up and down the trails of kerosene. I successfully stood up and began to hop about. I hopped in place, trying to figure a way out. The whole entrance was blocked with an enormous wall of fire. The heat made me want to pass out.

“LUIS!” I screamed. “LUIS!” I jerked my arms around and tried to break free. The rope was digging into my skin. I pulled and tried to bring one arm up, and I felt it slipping out. Then, the rope untangled, and collapsed into the fire that now surrounded me. The heat was almost unbearable. It was almost as if I were standing on the sun.

I took one last glance at the tent before reaching into my somehow dry backpack. Flames covered almost the entire ground. I felt a burning sensation in my feet, and glanced down toward them. I had caught on fire. I began jumping as I stuffed my hand into the bag. I frantically searched for scissors or a knife. I would even be satisfied with a pencil.

I felt the heat all throughout my body now. I felt engulfed in flame, like I had jumped into a bonfire. My hand still searched, even though I knew that death was awaiting me. Then, my fingers touched a cold, metal object. The knife. I quickly pulled it up, and stabbed at the tent wall. The knife tip only slid down the smooth surface. I was still stabbing, and I managed to finally create a small hole. I thrust the knife into it, and tried to enlarge the hole, but the fire was too much.

I began screaming. I screamed as if there was someone at the edge of the forest, waiting for my signal. I screamed until I felt the fire leap onto my face. I kept jumping and stabbing, but the hole didn’t grow. Then I tried to claw my way out, but my nails only slid, as the knife did. The last thing I recall was the horrifying pain on every inch of my body.

EPILOGUE

In court, Luis admitted to everything. Brutally murdering the family dog, Misty, killing his father, then running his body over with a truck. He confessed to attacking Leah, too. The only charge he denied was the fire. He pleaded with the court that he did not set fire to his sister inside the tent, which eventully killed her.

During the session, an investigator brought forward an empty kerosene bottle. It was searched for fingerprints, but Luis's were not present.

Luis was charged with first degree murder and sentenced to a lifetime in jail. As an officer pulled him away, he noticed a man in the back of the court. He wore all black and a tall hat. He had an evil smirk, and waved goodbye with a matchstick in hand to Luis as he was carried to jail.


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