My Town Is Dead
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My Town is Dead
The tourist brochure was thrown infront of me by my mother, landing right on my lap. I picked it up and read the front page:
WETHERLY HEIGHTS – GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN, VISIT TODAY!
“No kidding,” I sighed rolling my eyes and falling back into my seat
“Stop being like that, it’ll be great fun – you’ll have new places to explore and make new friends-!”
“Yeah, new dead ones,” I interrupted her, frowning
“For god’s sake Alex, stop this behaviour!” Mum snapped back, snatching the brochure from my knee “It’s just a stupid rumour set up by your stupid friend Mark,”
“How do you know it’s not true?” I asked “And Mark’s not stupid,”
“Because your father and I visited, remember?” She barked and stormed out of the room to finish her cooking
I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh; we were moving tommorow and there was nothing I could do about it.
***
I was woken at eight am by the heavy chugging sound of the removal lorry, and my mother shouting orders at the poor men struggling with her heavy boxes. It was too early.
I fell out of bed. It wasn’t even a bed, just an old matress with coffee stains and holes that the moths had chewed through. My real bed was packed away in the lorry outside, eager to get going.
“Let’s go kids!” Both parents shouted from downstairs
Obviously my half-dead older sister hadn’t woken yet, otherwise they would’ve gotten her to wake me up.
I got dressed quickly, pulled my door open and walked right into my sister as she left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, with her hair tied up in another towel.
“Watch where you’re going!” She snapped, slamming her bedroom door in my face.
Like mother, like daughter. I thought, and then jumped down the stairs.
Mum hated it when I did that.
“I’m ready, Becky isn’t,” I smiled at mum who was waiting in the hallway, not impressed with what I had just done.
“Then we’ll just have to wait a bit,” She muttered, folding her arms
A car horn blared from outside.
“That’s your father,” Mum sighed, walking to the stairs “BECKY- HURRY UP PLEASE!” she shouted
For such a tiny woman, she had a very frightening voice.
We both heard the rushed footsteps upstairs, the slam of the door and the thuds as Becky ran down the stairs.
Her hair was still wet as it fell onto her shoulders and she looked pretty annoyed.
“I’m ready now,” She snapped, glaring at us both
“Good,” Mum smiled, knowing it would annoy Becky
One by one we left the house – mum locked the front door one final time and I turned to it and said a quiet goodbye.
Dad led the removal van on our journey. It took 7 hours – Wetherly Heights really was in the middle of nowhere and I hated it.
We zoomed past the Welcome to Wetherly Heights! Greeting sign, which looked like it needed some TLC and carried on down a never-ending road with nothing but tall dark trees to stare at.
Then finally, we drove into the town. It definately did look dead. There was no one out, and all the shops were closed.
There was a huge pond in the middle of the town, but it was empty. No fish, no water – no nothing.
Our house was just on the outskirts of the town and as we pulled into its drive I realised how much of a hell-hole this place really was.
“Welcome home!” Dad sighed happily, parking the car
For once, my sister and I agreed on something as we leant back and let out long, unhappy groans.
“Lighten up kids!” Mum smiled, she was far too cheery “You’ll have a blast!”
She got out of the car and immediatly started barking orders at my dad and the removal men.
I finally forced myself out too, the cold wind hit me in my thin t-shirt and jeans instantly and I ran into the new house.
It didn’t help and I stood in the hallway like a lemon, shivering furiously. The house looked like a typical haunted house. With rickety floor boards, doors and windows and dust and cobwebs covering all corners and surfaces.
It needed alot of work. Just like this whole town.
“Why don’t you kids take a look around the town we drove through, it looks rather nice!” Mum cooed, stepping into the hallway with her arms round a box – quickly followed by a depressed looking Becky
“Ugh, it’s not like we have anything better to do,” I sighed, deciding that it might be a good idea to get away from the skeleton house for an hour or so “You coming, Becky?”
She nodded and we both walked to the town in silence.
When we first got there, it was silent. I couldn’t even hear any wind.
Then suddenly, a kid flew past us on a bike – ringing his bell and hissing at us.
“Whoa, that was a little weird,” I said, confused at what had just happened
“Welcome to Wetherly Heights, population...us and that weirdo kid,” Becky groaned
“Pssh, he has parents,” I said, contradicting her
“He could be an orphan,” She snapped back
I laughed under my breath a little, and then stepped off of the curb and onto the road.
“Looks like some sort of coffee shop over there, I’m gonna go check it out,” I said to Becky
“What’s the point?” She said “Haven’t we already realised this is a dead town?”
I didn’t reply.
I wasn’t expecting the coffee shop to be “Open” even though there was no one in it. There was no dust on the counters or tables and chairs, and it looked pretty clean and well run.
There were still cakes displayed on the counter and various condiments dotted about the place. I ran the tap behind the counter, it still worked. All the coffee making machines were plugged in and turned on so someone must’ve been here recently.
It definatetly wasn’t dead then.
Reassured, I sat down at one of the tables – not really sure what to do next.
I wasn’t alone for long, jolted by the noise of a door behind me swining open I turned to see a startled old man with thick grey hair, wearing a green baseball cap, jeans and checkered shirt.
“Can I help you?” He asked nervously
“Erm,” I stood up “I just moved here today, came to check out the town and was wondering where everyone was,”
“Ah, well its er-quiet time in town now, everyone goes home for a few hours,” He smiled awkwardly
“Oh, never heard of that before,” I didn’t think it sounded at all right “So, this is your shop?”
“Yes it is, I was just coming into shut up actually – I think you should leave now,”
The atmosphere in the shop grew tense; I began to walk towards the door, my hand trying to find the door handle.
“I’m Alex by the way,” I said, hoping to change his mood
“Goodbye then, Alex,” He said walking up to me as I pulled the door open and stepped back outside. He shut the door in my face and pulled the shutters down so I couldn’t see into the shop anymore.
“What happened there?” Becky called; she was still standing exactly where I’d left her
“I got kicked out of this creepy guy’s shop, by the creepy guy,” I called back still confused about what had just happened
I crossed the road back to Becky and explained to her what had just happened.
“Well, it’s nice to know we’re welcome here!” She smiled sarcastically “There’s nothing else to see obviously, I think we should go back,”
I didn’t want to, I wanted to explore the town more and try and find someone not in “quiet time”
“Go ahead, I’m going to look round here more,” I replied beginning to walk away
“Don’t be out here too long!” Becky called after me “I don’t want mum getting all worried on me!”
I smiled as I walked further away, but didn’t turn back to reply. I walked past the coffee shop, a library; a grocery store and what looked like a Hair Salon then turned into a side street which led to a run down park. The swings and slide were badly damaged and rusty, the paint was peeling away and the swings squeaked in the wind. I sat down on one of them and let my legs swing backwards and forwards.
I was bored already.
I notice a dump right next to the park, with overflowing bins and tied up shopping bags tossed everywhere. This place really needed a good tidy up. I wondered where the boy on the bike had got too, if he’d returned home for “Quiet Time” or if he wasn’t even from around here.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence and boredom, I was startled out of my dozzing state by a noise from behind me.
“The adults won’t find us here,” A voice whispered “Not during quiet time anyway”
Another voiced snickered, and I heard footsteps get closer to me, for some reason I was scared so jumped up and ran behind the slide hoping they wouldn’t see me behind the little cover the slide gave me.
Two boys who looked my age made there way into the park. The taller one had a cocky swagger, his hood pulled over his head and his jeans hung low, the other one was chubby and shorter with a limp, not a swagger but his jeans still hung low and his hood was also over his head.
They knealt next to the swings, right where I had been and pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter from their pockets; they both lit up and begun to smoke.
It went quiet again. I was beginning to hate silence.
“So, this party tonight,” The chubby one started, putting his cigarette to his mouth “Where is it?”
“12 Harley Street, Vicky’s house,” The skinny one replied, puffing out his cigarette smoke behind him “Start’s at 8,”
My house was 11 Harley Street. I didn’t realise we had neighbours.
“Should be crazy,” The fat one said, grinning
The skinny one nodded, then stood up and put out his cigarrette on the swing. The chubby guy did the same, and the two of them left the park. In silence.
Sure, it could be risky but mum wanted me to make friends; and a party was a sure fire way of doing so.
I jogged back home, grinning like the chubby guy.
Mum and Becky were unpacking things in the hallway when I got back home and dad was trying to order Chinese over the phone.
“There you are!” Mum sighed, relief in her voice “I was beginning to get worried!”
“You told me to go out and explore the town! I told Becky what I was doing!” I retaliated, glaring at my sister – who ignored me.
I knealt down next to her, and began to help unwrap things and take them out of the box
“Becky, there’s a party tonight,” I whispered in her ear “At the house next door, I think we should go,”
“Did you get an invite?” She retorted, snatching scrunched up newspaper from my hands
“Not exactly, I just overheard these two guys talking about it,” I replied, keeping my voice as a whisper “I think we should go, would be a good way to meet people and see what this place is really like,”
“No thanks, I’m not going to a party in a new town, full of new weirdo people,” She replied standing up to leave
“Fine, but I’m going,” I stood up after her
“Good luck,” She smiled sarcastically
Once again, I didn’t reply. She hated it when I did that. I trudged up the stairs to my empty bedroom and fell to the floor, getting splinters in my hands. There were boxes everywhere, but I didn’t feel like emptying any of them. I could see the different parts to my bed, but I didn’t feel like putting it all together.
It got to 7:30 and there was still no sign of Chinese, at least at a party I would get fed.
I walked out the house with ease, no one bothered to question where I was going – probably because they didn’t know anything about the town.
I turned right and started walking down the road for 15 minutes, but that road turned into more roads which then turned into horse track and footpaths – so I turned back, walked past my house and continued that way up the road. After 30 minutes of walking, I finally found the house and could see that the party was well under way. Streamers and toilet roll dangled out from the windows and the music was blaring out loudly. People were running around outside and in, I made my way toward the house – the grass dampening my trainers. I stepped inside the house, the loud music and shouting making me wince at first, and was instantly handed a drink by a girl who didn’t even question who I was.
I made my way past different groups of friends, all about my age and slightly older and found myself in the kitchen where I spotted the two guys I’d seen in the park.
The music was beginning to sound incredibly loud, and as I top a swig of my drink, I spat it straight out, whatever it was, it tasted vile. It was too sugary and strong tasting and covered my tongue in some slimy goo. It was some sort of squash, which they hadn’t bothered to add the water too. This created a little scene; with a couple of people looking up from what they were doing to see why I’d just spat my drink out
“Something wrong with your drink?” A voice asked; I turned to see a blonde haired guy of about my age, slightly shorter and wearing thick rimmed glasses standing next to me. He took the cup from my hand and sniffed at it
“No, there’s nothing wrong I just er, swallowed it too quickly,” I replied, uneasy
He looked at me with confused eyes, nodding slowly.
“Are you new around here? I don’t think I recognise you,” He was looking me up and down, rubbing his chin
“Yeah, I just moved in to the house next door this morning,” I replied
“Why are you shouting?” The guy asked, frowning
“What? Oh, the music’s really loud,” I replied, putting my hand to my ear, trying to shut the music out
“It is? Are you deaf?” He asked, laughing awkwardly
I shook my head; the music was verging on painful now
“Can we turn it down?” I asked
“It’s not loud,” He replied, looking incredibly confused “What’s your name by the way?”
“Oh, I’m Alex,” I said, concentrating on finding the music player
“Well welcome Alex, I’m Sid,”
I nodded, not really interested.
“I think my ears are bleeding,” I told him, suddenly worried
“What?” He sounded shocked “Are you joking?”
“No,” I replied, shoving my finger in my ear and pulling it out to find it covered in blood “What the hell is wrong with this place?”
I looked at Sid, then back at my bloody finger.
“Let’s get you out of here,” Sid said, he grabbed me on the shoulder and led me through all the people and out of the front door
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, suddenly angry
This confused me even more
“Me? I think it’s you lot with the problem!” I snapped back
“Sticking red paint in your ear- pretending it’s blood, are you trying to play some sick kind of joke? Well, it’s not very funny,” He was getting really angry now, almost scary considering he was shorter than me
“WHAT? I’m being serious! The music was so loud it made my ears bleed, literally!”
Then he shoved me so I lost my footing.
“Just shut up,” He snarled and stormed back into the house, leaving me dumbfounded.
