Cabin

My name is Chasity. This is my story. How I found the letter. How I knew the person who wrote it. And how I found her. 1

I was born to a priest and a teacher. I already forgot which religion and school they spend all their days at. All I knew was that I was left alone. I talked to pictures of men at tables and grotesque paintings of a bloodied cross and the man on it. I forgot his name, but I think my dad worked for him. Old history.2

I grew up, and began to work as a waitress at a bar. The kind where your uniform is a small bikini top and skirt that hides nothing. Yeah, strip club. I just like using "bar". Whenever I us the "S" word, people mistake me as a dancer and I get angry. Not a pretty sight.3

One day as I was picking up dirty glasses and washing up lipstick stains from the tables, I saw an unfamiliar sight. A girl with crazy hair and a summer dress was writing on a napkin. Two reasons why this was strange.4

-The only women who came into "Mugs and JUGS!" wore no clothing or had barely any on.5

-I recognized the face, from a not so pretty memory and time.6

As soon as I was done, I ran over to her booth and discovered she was gone. But the napkin remained. I sat and read. And as soon as I saw her name, the memory returned. Allison. Thats the memory. 7

I met her at a park. We were both eleven. Born on the same day. Becoming friends was only logic. We even attended the same school. The years went by, we only grew closer. But then the event happened that made me wish we hadn't. If I had only not invited over for the sleep over, everything would still be perfect. I think.8

At fourteen, I invited her over to sleep at my uncle's cabin. I didn't want to be alone, I thought I would be safe with her there, and I might actually have fun. The thing is, my uncle was a pedophile. His main victim was me, and my father and mother knew nothing. I only know it went on for as long as my memory would allow me to remember.9

We only spent one night there, and I woke up. At first, it was only because I heard a wolf howling in the night. Thinking back, I wonder if it was warning the forest of a even bigger and badder wolf? 10

The I heard the sobs. I just needed to turn my head, and the world shattered. he was on her, his hand over her mouth. She looked at me with tear filled eyes. I acted on instinct. I jumped up, pushed him off, and we ran. We didn't tell our parents. They didn't suspect a thing.11

Two months later she ran away. Ten years later, I left a note on the event and disappeared. My dad appeared in the paper a few days later on account of murder. I didn't need to see who was the victim, I had a good guess.12

After I finished reading ".... dead body wearing a sunflower dress" I ran out and didn't stop. I ignored the stares and even the officer. I ran. But it was too late. I cried for awhile. But after thinking, I went to a nearby store and bought some rope. I think Allison would like to see me again.13