Finding Out The Truth (Story)

I get up from the table to go back to my room. About halfway, I hear 'I know the truth, you know' from one of the seated people. I confront Mother about what that meant. She just fed me some garbage about a dog chain or something, can't really remember. I accept it and return to my room.1

Those words stayed in my head ... they wouldn't leave. What did they mean? What is the 'truth?' I couldn't stop thinking. And then it hit like a ton of bricks.2

Thankfully, I had a friend there. She noticed something was wrong. I really needed her then, due to the awful thoughts going through my head. The thoughts saying: He was gone ... He was killed ... He was MURDERED!3

That night was bad. Those thoughts, still in my head, keeping me awake. I somehow knew then that I'd never see him again, though Mother assured me that he was alright, but I did request him to be brought home. He was gone until we moved, but I couldn't stand not seeing him. I needed him.4

The next day, after I got home, Mother told me that I was right ... that he died of some heart defect early that morning. I sat there not moving, showing no emotion, but inside I was falling apart. None of what she told me surprised in the least.5

I had to get out of there ... of course to Rose's to hug and comfort me while I was in this awful state. This calmed my tears, but not my mind. Those suspicions stuck with me. I've now lost pretty much all trust in people.6

Later, Rose found out the truth. She thought I deserved to know, so she told me. After she got accused of telling a bold-faced lie, but I knew she didn't. She told me ... and it didn't surprise me one bit ... Mother had him 'put to sleep' ... murdered. He was 'aggressive.' 'Aggressive, my ass' ... that couldn't be the truth.7

As I recall, he allegedly bit someone, but I didn't know that until the truth came out. Isn't that something I should've known before, like the day it happens. Weird, isn't it?8

I didn't and NEVER will believe he was aggressive. Yes, he did bark, but that was only for attention. When someone came, he'd shake his tail ... and his butt ... that cute little but. That sounds real bad, but I don't care.9

Now I'm remembering his smile. Every time, you'd request it, he'd put on the biggest one he could muster up. I miss that so much...10

Recently, I overheard a phone conversation divulging more secrets. The voice said: 'She had him put down because he barked and the neighbors complained.' That was the reason we were supposed to move, but I guess she found that killing a dog was much easier. Oh, I'm so close to hating her now.11

Killing Buddy and banning Rose has pushed her so close to hate, but Rose is a different story altogether. If it wasn't for the money, I'd be outta here.12

This story has now come to an end. Now you know, even if you didn't want to, everything. I wonder if there is anything else to this 'mystery.' Somehow, I think there's more. Wonder how Buddy felt. Wish he was here now. I miss him so much. * tears form * Thank you very much, Mother. You cut one of the last strings that holding me above a bottomless pool of water. And you know I can't swim.13