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Black Forest Asylum part 8

Updated on March 26, 2014


19. Three weeks after the fire scare, my life suddenly began to take a turn for the normal. I began making friends, staying up late, chatting, and sneaking out to see Ben. Things seemed fun, and my nightmares began to slip into the deepness of the night, while I slipped into a more peaceful dreamless sleep. Ben even began finding his own friends, and being happier. It was great. Something that just naturally happened, I didn’t believe it until one day at lunch as I was surrounded with many of my new favorite people, and Ben passed by, talking emphatically to his guy friends. Things were perfect.

I realized slowly, that being without my parents was actually pretty nice, especially since I have some animosity towards them. Also, that people my age were wonderfully interesting and fun. Drama happened in real life, and it was my guilty pleasure. I hid my unsure feelings from girls that would gush over Ben’s great head of hair or funny personality. I didn’t have anything to worry about, it’s not like I would ever like him…too. But maybe I began to, maybe when I heard other girls dream about dating him, I suddenly realized my relationship could be easily taken away. What if he were to catch the eye of a more attractive girl than me? What am I saying? Oh, just that I want to be Ben’s only girlfriend. Oh no.

These feelings evaded quickly when one night Ben calls me to a meeting under the stars…

“I snuck out with some buddies,” Ben said.

“Nice! Where’d you go?”

“Well, um, this is a bit of a secret,” Ben’s voice seemed to be mocking me.

“You didn’t go anywhere bad did you?”

“Well, yeah. I feel like since you’re involved in this more than anyone, I should tell you, but I’m also scared that you’ll be mad at me. Dale, don’t be mad, just know what I needed to know.”

“Know what?!” I pleaded.

“Me and some buddies broke into Carter’s house.”

“You what!?”

“Shhh…Adele. I found something incredibly interesting.”

“What is your issue?”

“What?” Ben looked at me confused. He could sense intense anger rising up and was not prepared.

“Just when things were beginning to be normal and fun, you have to go and dig deeper into the past,” I stood up rising taller than him for a change, and stormed off. I needed to think, or I needed to shove whatever emotions I had underneath my pillow, where everything I called fear or anxiety was hiding too. But I couldn’t sleep. I knew that’s weeks of peace and happiness were due to that fact that I was trying really hard to have those things, when in reality it was just a cover up. I knew that Ben would never forget what happened to me, and because he’s the best friend anybody could ask for, he wasn’t ever going to give up on finding the truth. I let him to many times, and right now, in the middle of the night, I realize I need to find out the truth.

I picked up my rarely-used cellular device and told Ben that I was ready to find out my past, the fire, everything about that creepy clown named Shawn.

20. “I’m glad you’re ready, but I still haven’t told you what we found,” Ben said the next day. We were walking around the brisk school park.

“You mean what you found in Carter’s house? What did you find?” I asked, I asked thoroughly scared, and yet, not willing to run.

“It’s pretty intense stuff. Carter moved to the Black Forest the year you turned four. That’s where he starts his journal-“


“Yeah, a while back, before we were sent here, I had broken in to his place, simply because we were both trying to figure who he was. I took a quick glance at this journal, and not until recently did I realize how vital it might be for us. See, on the first page he talks about our parents, about how they were giving him a second chance at life. He was excited to begin living in such beautiful and peaceful place. Ha, an insane asylum as the neighbor,” Ben spoke. He looked up at me.

“Go on.”

“Things are pretty boring, until November. He writes that a terrible thing has happened.”

“I was kidnapped?”
“Good guess. He writes- ‘My friends came to me in the middle of the night, telling me that one of the patients had set his room on fire. I ran over to the asylum to help extinguish the flames. I’ve never felt such heat, it was like hell was swallowing me. I took a giant blanket and began stiffening the fire, and then I saw a figure in the fire, it was a tall distorted man, and he was caring something over his shoulder. I only froze for a second, and then I heard the sounds of fire trucks coming to rescue. My friends told me that I should go, and thanked me for my help. As I looked back to see who the man was, I saw a painted face, and a dead child in his arms.’ ”


“Yeah. It turns out that the child was not dead, but had been missing for six months. “His friends” were your parents, they never told him that their daughter was missing, keeping it low profile. The crazy clown man held you hostag, then tried to burn down the place taking you with him. I found out that stuff later in his journal, turns out he did his own investigating.”

I was so shocked. The truth was that I was kidnapped, and for whatever reason my parents could not save me. There's only one thing I know for certain: I will always be haunted by my past.


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      Victor W. Kwok 

      4 years ago from Hawaii

      More questions that need answers. Can't wait to find out those answers

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      Becky Katz 

      4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      This is a very good mystery. I wonder what the motive of her parents could have been to hide this from everyone?


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