Not As Innocent

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

"Where do dead people go?" an 'innocent' orphan asks.

I was walking down the street one day when an orphan stopped me in my tracks. She seemed shaken up and disturbed. As soon as she grabbed my coat, I felt cold and secluded. The girl stared into my eyes and asked me a question with her innocent voice.

"Where do dead people go?" Her tiny voice stammered.
"I don't know... I'm sorry." I tried to get around her but she gripped my coat.
"Do I scare you? Why? I am just an orphan... A broken soul among the whole."
The girl's intelligence stunned me for a second, "Dear, I do feel for you and I am not scared of you... I just need to get going."
"Away from me?" her lips turned a dark shade of grey and they trembled.
"No, I really just... Let go of my coat!" 
The girl's grip tightened and she glared. Her eyes turned from blue to a blood red. She shook uncontrollably, her skin turned a crusty black, and her eyes rolled to show the whites. 
"Do I scare you?" She laughed and smiled to show her blackened teeth. I tried to run but the girl was stronger than I ever would have suspected.
"Let go of me! What are you?!" I fell on my back and saw the girl standing over me. The hair on her head fell at her feet. I stared at her bald head in disgust. The girl leaned over and placed her charcoal black hands on my face. Everything disappeared but I heard her voice; innocent again.
"Where do dead people go?"


Submitted: July 18, 2011

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