Shannon by Rosile (i want to read a book txt) 📖

good. But if you want to do something with Michelle you have to be able to run a marathon. For some unknown reason she just freaked out and started running like mad. Long story short she didn’t know the number, but she knew a place where she could get it and the all of a sudden she just started running. We finally stopped in an alley way pressing our bodies up against the brick building trying to get ourselves as flat as possible.
“Where in the world are we?” I asked her once I caught my breath.
“A friend of mine works here, he can get us the number.” She said to me looking out at the street.
“Doesn’t your mom have it or something?”
“Shannon’s the only one that has it, and since I don’t know where she is we have to come here.”
“Why is she always gone,” I asked her as we walked cautiously onto the crazy sidewalk. “She was gone a lot before, but it was never this much….Unless she’s with Lisa.” Lisa was a little girl Shannon babysat a lot.
“I already checked there they haven’t seen her since the day she left.” Michelle said walking faster.
“She left! When and why didn’t anybody tell me?”
“I assumed that you knew since you kept calling us. I just assumed he would have gotten tired of it and just told you.”
“When did she leave? What happened?” I asked. We crossed the line between uptown and down town. (In other words we were crossing over to where all the criminals hang out.)
“The day after you…saw.” She stopped walking. “It was bad, Sam. One of the worst that I’ve seen.” She didn’t continue, and she didn’t start walking again. I waited politely trying to get more answers. “Let’s just say she ended up falling out of the attic window.” She said and started walking again. They had a three story house not counting the attic. She has fallen from that high before but not without breaking something. I hoped she was okay. I wasn’t really worried about that part (she could take care of herself), what I was worried about was what Michelle had said. My question was what was the worst that she has seen? “No more questions, just let me talk, okay.” I nodded. I had too much to think about anyway. We walked into a building that looked like one of those creepy abandon houses in the middle of nowhere (you don’t see those very much in the city).
“Hold on, Michelle. Let’s say, figuratively, that I irrationally called the CPS because I was in complete panic mode.”
“Then they will put him in jail because they’ll find enough evidence of abuse to take him in. Then they’ll try to find Shannon and God only knows what will happen then.” She stopped in front of a door and turned to me. “I don’t blame you for freaking out and calling the CPS, but Shannon might freak out and do something crazy when they start looking for her, just don’t be surprised if she ends up in jail too. Now no more questions.” She turned back and opened the door. We walked into a room that was so full of smoke I could barely see my hand in front of my face. There was a muffled laugh from the northern side of the room.
“Michelle?” questioned a husky voice hidden in the smoke.
“Yes, Mr. Smith. I need your help.” Michelle formally answered.
“Who’s your friend?” Mr. Smith asked protectively.
“He is no threat. He’s a friend of Shannon’s.” She replied seeming to comfort him.
“What do you need Michelle, I am very busy.” He said as if completely forgetting me. Although I could feel his eyes burning into me from somewhere in the smoke, I couldn’t tell from which direction for his voice seemed to come from everywhere.
I felt neglected and out of the conversation. I wanted to say something to make known my presents, but Michelle had instructed me to stay silent. And so I stayed obediently silent during their conversation mostly of the Spanish politics, in which area I knew very little, while “Mr. Smith” attempted to find a way to contact a king. It was then that I realized how insane and impossible this was, but as Shannon would have said ‘where there’s a will there’s a way’. Then I had realized that he had no will, and I feared that there was no way.
“Here it is.” He said holding up a piece of paper. Michelle took it and placed it in the pocket of her coat.
“Thank you Mr. Smith.” She said sincerely before turning to leave. “I will pay you next week for your services.” She said as she walked out the door with me just a few steps behind.
“How do we know he gave us the right answer?” I asked her as she called for the taxi.
“We don’t, all we have is trust.” She said sounding nervous.
“Why are you worried if we should trust him?” I asked as I sat down into my seat.
“I never said we should, but what other choice do we have. Shannon’s the only other one that could give us the number, but even if she was here there is no way she would have given it to us.” She his whispered hinting that she didn’t want the driver to know. “She doesn’t even talk to him.”
“Why don’t you trust him?” I asked her whispering as well.
“He acted weird when I said you were Shannon’s friend.” How she actually saw him I don’t know, but I knew she thought Shannon had been there. “How long can you stay out this week end?”
“Doesn’t matter Bobby’s not here, why?” Bobby was my father.
“We have to find her before they start looking.” The driver gave us a weird look in review mirror before stopping in front of the museum that was just a block from our neighborhood. Michelle paid the driver before he drove off leaving skid marks on the pavement. “When did they say they would come?” She asked turning around the corner.
“Sometime this afternoon.” I told her. She stared at the clouds in the sky looking thoughtful. “Is that a bad thing?” I asked not sure that I wanted to know the answer.
“Both, it’s good because they’ll get him out of the way. It’s not good because we don’t have much time to find her.” She said in a toneless voice.
“What if he gets away and finds her before we do?” I asked bring in another negative.
“He won’t catch her; Shannon will make sure of that.” She said with a smirk. That did give me some relief. We reached her house without even noticing.
“What time should we start?” I asked her.
“You should start now. Go to every place that you can think of that you guys have been, even if you think she won’t be there. We’ll meet up at the old fair grounds at sun set.”
“Okay I’ll see you then.” That gave me about six hours to go to every place we have ever been and back. The first place that I went to was the creek. We had a bunch of trees behind all the houses and in the middle was a creek. We went there all the time to “escape”, as we put it, ever since we were little kids. I don’t even remember the day we found it, I just remember us going there all the time. We even built a tree house. We even went there the night before everything got all crazy. I liked it there. It was calm and peaceful. It was some place I could get away from the madness and just be with my best friends.
I reached the creek and as a force of habit relaxed and forgot about life for a few seconds. That was all that was needed to clear my head enough for me to think. I looked around the trees and our tree house. It looked like someone had set up camp here. I heard a twig break and spun around. I saw black hair flicking off between the trees. I ran after her. Why would she run from me? I was gaining on her she was fast but I was faster. We ran through the trees. She was graceful with strategy and form. There was no one but Shannon who could run like this. But why would she run, she knew I was no threat. I almost had her until we got to the end of the forest and then she was just gone. Walked on hoping to see her in the fairgrounds, but she wasn’t there. She had completely disappeared.
“Shannon!” I called out in some irrational hope that she would answer.


Shannon’s Insanity
Everyone has a breaking point. I had reached mine. Everyone looked like him, smelt like him, and sounded like him. I had to run. He was evil and insane; he would hurt me, probably enough to kill me. Everyone was him, everyone was evil and insane, they would hurt me, kill me. There was one person that could save me. He could kiss me and break the spell. Where was he, my prince? I need him, I craved for him, I could feel him, he was close, but he didn’t know who he is or what he was made for. He suffered from the unjust disease of ignorance. Was I the ignorant one, not he? Maybe he never cared. I paced along the side of the creek thinking of this, wondering if I could be uncared for. I the one who had saved his life so many times, and he has yet to make up for it all, and yet he did not care for me. I do owe him more than that, for I was the one who caused all the misery and pain in his life. I was the one who brought him to that cursed place. Was that why he cared so little for me? Was I the selfish one? I hated this ignorance. Why didn’t I understand? Pacing, pacing, back and forth, back and forth, through the wood by the creek, past the cottage in the tree, though the memories of our childhood here together, in these woods by this creek we would run away from the demons together and hide here, they never found us. Now why couldn’t he find me, didn’t he know the demons were coming? He needed to run fast I had to save him. I was too much of a coward. Why did my head hurt so much? My world became a blur. The poison was setting in. I could feel the sticky wet spot on my head cutting through my brain. I began to shake I heard voices calling for me, asking me to come.
It was dark, and silent. I lay there waiting for someone or thing to come and break the silence. Fear bubbled up inside me rising every minute I thought of what they would do to me. They always had new ways to torture their victims. Could I run this time, or would they get me like they have tried for years? I feared that they would, for I was alone and I couldn’t move. Would my adrenaline kick in at the right time? Was this how I had to live from now on, surviving off of my adrenaline? I prayed that a kindred spirit would find me. Maybe that’s not what I needed, I needed someone sympathetic, but someone who