9/11 Short Stories

Words: 462
Pages: 2

I sigh and pull my sleeve back over my watch, the note that I stole from Elijah said midnight. Although it shouldn't really be considered stealing since he never knew about its existence. When it arrived at the house with no name on the outside, and only a date, time, and location scrawled in blood red ink on the inside, it could've easily been for me. It wasn't, obviously, as Elijah is the one who has been sneaking out late at night and disappearing for days with no word. Ever since mom and dad died he's been completely unpredictable.

Well now it's my turn to be unpredictable. If he's not going to tell me what he's been doing all these nights he's left me alone in that big empty house, I'm going to find out myself. I snuck out of my bedroom window after hearing his loud snores down the hall from his bedroom and followed the address to the Old Merle Bridge. Now all I have to do is wait.
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The sky, however, is beautiful. There's not a cloud in sight and the stars are brightly scattered as far as you can see.

A branch snapping behind me breaks through my thoughts. I quickly turn around, trying to make out any shapes in the darkness. I put both my hands on the railing, leaning forward slightly to see better.

"Lean any further and you might fall." A deep voice says from behind me, startling me so intensely I almost jump.

I spin around coming face to face with a dark silhouette. "Who are you?" I demand immediately, squaring my feet and straightening my posture. I can't see much, but I can tell he's very tall and slender, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat.

"I could ask you the same thing, Elijah never mentioned a girlfriend." The man replied