Harrison Park

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Melody Rodrigues is a normal teenage girl that grew up in a small town in Michigan. She has a twin sister that was kidnapped when she was younger and she has suffered from a sleeping disorder since. Her disorder causes her to dream heavily an experience the unthinkable. She even starts to believe her dreams can lead her to her sister, but her parents don't want to listen. Can Melody find her sister Grace , or is Melody simply going crazy?

Submitted: November 21, 2013

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Harrison Park

By: Sasha B. Barnett

 

 

I’m Melody Rodriguez. I grew up in a small town in Detroit.  I had a twin sister that was kidnapped when we were just 6 years old. I never gave up on finding her, even though the police did. When Grace was kidnapped, I started to suffer from a chronic sleeping disorder called sleep paralysis. I visited several doctors, but they all brushed it off as if it was something common, as if it was something that wasn’t worth acknowledging. I wanted to believe them, but I knew my symptoms were much worse than what any average human being might have experienced.

Whenever I experienced sleep paralysis, I dreamt heavy. My mind would wake up before my body, preventing me from speaking or moving. Every night that I dreamt, whether it was a good dream or a bad dream, I heard screams. These screams would draw my attention to a sign that read “Harrison Park.” Directly under the sign was a man dressed in all black holding another sign that read “Only One Survives”.  Beside him stood my sister.  Every time I saw her in my dreams, I would try to run after her, but the minute I took one step towards her, she would disappear and I would wake up.

 

Whenever I tried to tell my parents, they didn’t want to listen. They hated when I talked about my dreams and seeing my sister.  They thought that I was crazy for thinking that Grace was still alive after these long ten years of her being missing. They even resulted to hiring a grief counselor for me to go to every Tuesday. When I looked up Harrison Park, it was only two hours away from Detroit. Some days I would skip counseling to drive there and look for her. My parents would get angry and scream that I was wasting my time looking for her there just because I saw it in my dreams. It was as if they didn’t care about what happened to her. It angered me that they were able to give up so easily. It angered me that they didn’t believe me when I told them about my dreams. It was obvious that they didn’t care, until the day that I didn’t wake up.

 

I remember that day like it was yesterday. The doctors at the hospital had no clue what was wrong with me. My heartbeat was steady and I was breathing normally, but I would not wake up. I could hear my parents calling my name, but I was under sleep paralysis. If my parents paid more close attention to my disorder, they probably would have known that.

 

In my dream I was at the park. In the park, I saw two little girls playing on the swing set. The girls looked so happy, but then a man dressed in all black came and snatched one of the girls up.  The other girl yelled for her dad and her mom to hurry, but by the time her parents had got there it appeared to be too late.  I could hear the girl screaming for help.  Her screams sounded like the ones I heard all the time in previous dreams. Except this time her screams grew louder and louder.  I was able to track where the screams were coming from, and I darted into the woods to save the little girl. When I got there, the man was covering the little girls mouth. It was the same man I saw in all of my dreams before and the little girl was Grace. The man screamed at me the words “ Only One Survives” as he pulled out a gun and aimed it at Grace’s head. I screamed her name and before I could reach her, there was a shot, and I woke up.

 

When I woke up my parents cried out in joy. They hugged me and asked me if I was okay. I wanted to respond, “ Yes, you dumb idiots, I was just under sleep paralysis,” but I was too hurt by the dream I had just experienced. I had no words, just tears. Finally, when I built up the guts to talk, I told my parents that Grace was dead. Before my parents could speak, a nurse rushed into the room and turned on the TV. She turned the channel to Fox 25 Breaking News. As my parents listened to the TV, they began to cry as well. The News had just reported that a young girl believed to be Grace, from the Grace Rodriguez case, was found dead. They found her body in a wooded area near Harrison Park, the park that I would go and search for her, the park that I saw in my dreams. 


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