Short Story: Creative Writing

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The Bleed in the Creek

Christian Hernandez

CRW2001

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The Bleed in the Creek

The night is dark and stormy. Clarissa has just broken up with her boyfriend of two

years, Mark. She runs through the garden and trips on something; it is a musical box, one that

she is familiar with, “this cannot be,” she says trembling, “where did this come from!” She drops

the box and looks around. She is not sure of what or who she is looking for, but she is afraid.

Afraid because that music box was evidence confiscated by the police as the murder weapon

used to kill Marie, her best friend. No one had ever been apprehended for the murder but she

blames herself. She knew that her connection to Mark somehow had something to do with

Marie’s death, but she was too stubborn to end the relationship; even when she was confident

that Mark played a part in it. She is snapped back to reality with a weird rustling in the bushes.

Scared, Clarissa picks up the music box and runs back to her car. As she struggles getting her

keys, a mysterious figure walks up behind her. “Hello Clar, remember me,” the figure whispers.

Confused, Clarissa tries to scream but the figure knocks her unconscious, dragging her back into

the woods next to the garden.

Mystical Gardens has always been Clarissa’s favorite place. It was where she and Marie

vowed to be best friends for life and where she and Mark shared their first kiss. She loves it

because it is secluded; a lot of privacy, clean air, and a killer view, or the lovers’ peak. Anyone

who enjoys their privacy came to the Mystical Gardens; it is home to many secrets.

“Mark is weird Clar, be very careful.” Marie warned.

“Oh Come on Em… not this again! Look, I know he is anti-social and a bit weird, but he is a

sweet guy. He said for our next anniversary, we would go ice skating and come back here to

watch the stars. I promise, once you get to know him, you will love him.”

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“Clar, it has been one and a half years now. I still do not like the guy. I am pretty sure I never

will. Look, the other day, when he was waiting for you to come from class, I saw him talking to

some guy. It was pretty heated. All I am saying is to be careful. Okay?”

“I hear you. I will carry pepper spray so that Mr. Scary doesn’t hurt me, okay mum?” Clarissa

laughed.

Suddenly, she wakes up. Rubbing the back of her head, Marie’s music box playing in the

background, she recalls the last conversation she had with Marie, six months ago, on the day she

disappeared. Tears roll down her eyes. Marie was heading home after school. They were

supposed to meet up for drinks and a movie but Mark called her for an impromptu date. She

hated bailing on her best friend, but she knew she would understand. Police said they found her

phone, tainted with blood. Last dialed number was Clarissa, but the call went unanswered. She

tried to type something, all it said was “Clar… I was right about Mark. Meet me at the diner

ASAP. I have something to sho….” the text was incomplete. The police questioned Mark but he

said he had no idea what Marie had found out. There was nothing tying him to her disappearance

and they ruled him out as a suspect. Marie’s body was found three days later, at the creek a few

miles from the garden, her head crushed into her skull, and her music box by her side. Given the

injuries on Marie’s head, police were able to identify that Marie’s music box was the murder

weapon. However, there were no fingerprints or any other physical clues pointed to anyone

Clarissa or Marie knew and police said their findings were not promising.

“Eat!” Clarissa snaps back to the present when a plate of food is pushed under the

concrete door. She stands up and tries to push the door. It is locked. Judging by the smell of

flowers and terrain around her, she notices they are near the garden. Her favorite flowers grew a

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few miles near an old military bunker that was camouflaged by trees and bushes, not easy to

find, unless you have a keen eye.

“Let me out of here! What do you want! Who are you!”

“All in due time Clarissa. You don’t know me, but I know you. I have been watching you. Now

eat.”

Clarissa pushes the plate out of the door. She screams for help, her captor, who she now

knows is a man, laughs. “Don’t waste your breath my sweet Clarissa. No one can hear you. It’s

just you and me. If I were you, I would eat.” He pushes the plate back into the cage. It’s a

sandwich with jelly, her favorite kind. She curls up to the corner of the room and cries. What

luck her day has been; her boyfriend broke up with her on their anniversary and now she has

been kidnapped. She tries finding her phone, anything that she can use to get help. She realizes

she is not wearing any of the clothes she had prior to her kidnapping. She is in a robe, and she

smelled clean, like the psychopath holding her captive had bathed her.

“Please, my dad will be worried. I just need to call him and let him know that I am okay. One

phone call is all I ask.”

“Don’t worry, daddy knows that his princess is studying with Mona and they are having a

sleepover after. He already said he will be back in town on Monday and that he can’t wait to see

you. It’s such a shame that you won’t get to say your final goodbyes my dear.”

“No! Please, don’t kill me, I… I will do whatever you want… please…”

“Oh, I won’t kill you, Mark will. Besides, he is the reason why Marie is dead, poking his nose

into matters that don’t concern him. Well, this is the price he has to pay.”

“Wha...What do you mean? Mark said… he couldn’t… he doesn’t…”

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“Quit pretending my dear, Mark was gathering evidence against my business, trying to get

revenge for me allegedly killing his mommy. It’s not my fault the woman liked my product, I

certainly didn’t tell her to overdose on it. I told him to stop poking his nose into my business and

he didn’t listen. Marie was just a warning. He still wouldn’t stop pushing! He ruined my

business, had my brother killed, and now the police are on my trail. Maybe your death will be a

life-long lesson, one that I will enjoy. Unlike Marie, yours will be slow, painful. But don’t worry.

I’ll be gentle; I have many surprises for you.”

“We broke up! Please! Don’t kill me, I knew nothing about this!”

Clarissa cried, she knew Mark had something to do with this but she didn’t know why.

Why did he keep this from her? Who is this man? The guilt finally kicked in. If she would have

said no to Mark, she would still have her best friend with her. She would not be in this bunker,

unaware to her close friends and family. She would be with Marie, having lemonades and talking

about the cute English substitute teacher with the British accent. Nothing could bring her back

now, but it does not matter because Clarissa isn’t going to live to tell the story. Suddenly, the

door opens, Mark is pushed inside. Clarissa does not know whether to be happy, or sad. She

needed a familiar face, someone she can say goodbye to before her death, but she wanted her

father. Not Mark, not the selfish man responsible for her best friend’s death. He could have gone

to the police, told them what he knew. But he chose to remain silent, kept this big secret to

himself, and the price is her life.

“Clar, I am so sorry. I didn’t want you to get dragged into this. That’s why I broke up with you.”

“You killed Marie. It’s your fault! Now he wants to kill me! Because of you, I won’t see my dad

ever. Stay away from me!”

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“Shh, it won’t get to that. Trust me. I will protect you. You are going to be okay. Murdock, she

isn’t a part of this, let her go. It’s me you want. I did what you asked. The trail is off you. The

deal was I break up with Clar, plant the evidence and I die. Please, let her go.”

“But Mark, now she knows my name. The police will know I killed that stupid girl, kidnapped

her, and now, killed you. I can’t let that happen. Unlike you, Mark, I don’t leave lose ends. It’s

time for the end game.”

The door opens. Murdock grabs Clarissa; he is wearing a baby mask so she can’t see his

face. She screams and cries, begs for her life, but the man laughs in her face, pushes her to the

ground and grabs his gun. Mark hits on the door, begs, and apologizes for his meddling. There is

no stopping him now.

“Clarissa, you were my favorite student. It’s a shame that it has to end this way. Don’t worry. I

will be there for your funeral. I will tell your father you were a model student. Don’t take this the

wrong way, it’s just business.”

Clarissa and Murdock walk back to the garden. Murdock then takes off his mask and

Clarissa gasps in shock. Marie’s killer, the man responsible for the misery in her life, was the

English substitute teacher her and Marie crushed on since he took over from Mrs. Winterbottom.

“No!” A gunshot is fired, Clarissa falls to the ground. Murdock lets out a chilling laugh.

“Let the games begin.”