My Never-Ending Story
Back when I was only 14, I lived on a small farm just outside of New York. I started drugs when I was only 11. Cigarettes were my first. Then I started Pot when I was about 12. And after Pot came Crystal Meth. My Name is Elijah Brown.
I have Light brown hair with black highlights. My eyes are hazel-green and really bright. I have darker skin, everyone thinks I’m really tanned, but it’s just my skin color. My mother was English, and my father was Italian. Most people think I have an accent, but others don’t even notice.
When I was around the age of 13, my life was pretty much over. I couldn’t get a job, I never went to school, and I was always sick. I hated this feeling, the feeling of never being able to do anything in life. Drugs had ruined my life, I tried stopping, and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do.
My mom was terrible. She beat, and threatened me. I was always bruised and had scars all over my body. It was hard to live with. When I was 5 my mom was pregnant with a beautiful baby girl, but sadly she died before she was born. My father was a great man, but had a tragic accident in 2004 and never lived to tell his story.
On the first day of school in 2011, my best friend Mark and I skipped a few classes so I could go out and have a smoke. I forced Mark to try some Meth. He shouldn’t of. He took too much in and stopped breathing. This was the worst day of my life. I then went into a deep depression. I was on anti-depressants. I was always a smiling kid until this had happened. Mark’s family wanted to sue me. Luckily they got talked out of it.
After they dropped the charges I left. I left my small farm outside of New York. I started walking. I had around $983.00 that I saved up over the years. I didn’t know where I was going. I just wanted to leave. Everyone was mad at me, my mom, my friends, and my family. I didn’t belong there.
I walked for a week. I reached Chicago on my 6th day walking. Even though it only took 6 days to get there, it seemed like a year. The walk was hot and slow. Every step got more and more painful. The nights were cold and the afternoons were warm. I only brought a few pairs of clothes and little to eat. I followed the railroad track; I knew this lead to Chicago. I slept in a ditch for 6 days straight. A cold, muddy, mouse infested ditch.
When I finally reached Chicago, I stayed at the train station overnight. It was covered with rats. It was disgusting. I could barely stand it. All through the night it was cold, in the morning my eyelashes and nose was frozen. I woke up at about 6:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep. The train station is originally supposed to open around 8:30. In between these times I broke into the vending machines on the bottom floor.
When people started arriving at the station I packed up my things and boarded the train. There weren’t many people in the train station that morning. The night before, there were many people crowding the station. I left the small park bench I slept on and heading for the train.
On my way in the entrance a man ran by me and stole my wallet. I thought my trip was over. Millions of questions were running through my head. What would I do with no money? How was I supposed to travel? By this time I was on the train worrying about what would happen. Then out of nowhere a police officer came up to me and gave my wallet back. I was so thankful he was there. I couldn’t thank him enough.
The police officer offered me a ride to where ever I wanted to go. I was scared of him. He was a tall, old man. He looked like he should have been retired. He had a small badge and a gun in his belt pocket, along with some pepper spray and other tools that I couldn’t name. I turned down his generous offer and set off.
By this time my mom probably sent out a search party. I didn’t want to go home. I had no life in New York. I wanted to be alone. The RCMP was looking for me. There were posters covering the walls of the train station, there were even some in the train. I boarded the train and set off on my journey.
The train ride was long and boring. All there was to see was trees and dirt. I had a 2 hour sleep, and started dreaming. My dream was perfect; I was living in a perfect world. My dad was still alive, and my mom still loved me. I wasn’t a drug addict; I was 12 years old and still played with action figures. I was perfect, nothing like I am today.
I was on the train for around 10 hours. By this time I was in Canada. This is where I wanted to be. I have a friend from a place called Kerrobert Saskatchewan. He told me all about it. We went to summer camp together about 4 years ago, before I got involved with drugs. His name is Salvatore. I’m proud to say he’s my best friend, and will always be with me.
As of October 5, 2013 I was drug free for almost 2 weeks. I know that might not seem very long, but for me it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I was starting to hallucinate. My hallucinations got stronger and stronger every day. I started seeing my mom, she was yelling at me for not getting out of bed in the morning. As they got stronger so did my thoughts. I got really scared. I never wanted to see my mom again.
The train stopped at a place called Toronto Ontario. It was many miles away from Saskatchewan. I couldn’t afford to buy another train ticket, so I started walking. It took me 13 hours me on a whole new adventure get to Saskatchewan. Every province had new scenery. Ontario had many lake, rivers, and bogs, while Manitoba was flat. Saskatchewan on the other hand had lots of fields and grid roads.
When I finally got to Saskatchewan I passed a small town called compeer. It was a cute little town. I would live there if I could. I walked about 30 miles to another small town called Major. In Major there was a small store that had little customers, but they had some really cool things in there. There was also a gas station, hall, school, rink, and a café. I went to the café for dinner one night. The fries were magnificent, absolutely delicious.
I stayed the night in an old house. It was small, but had a nice warm bed in it. There were mouse and bat droppings on the floor. The house was surprisingly warm. The house was covered with bird cages. The man or women who lived there last must have been bird crazy. I couldn’t fall asleep. I thought about my friend from camp, I couldn’t wait to see him. I tossed and turned all night long. In the morning I got up as early as possible. I left the small house and walked the last 30 or so miles.
The houses around there were nice; every house I passed looked different. I came across a moose family. I have never seen a moose before other than on one of those nature shows. The moose had 2 calves with it; it was a very beautiful animal. I also saw a porcupine. At first I didn’t know what it was until I touched it. I had about 13 quills in my hand. After I took them out I took a drink out of a slough.
It took me 7 hours to get to Kerrobert. The walk was slow and tiring. My legs were burning. But my face was cold. The walk took forever; it seemed like the longest one yet.
When I finally got into Kerrobert I went to the gas station for a snack. The gas station had really tasty pizza, and it was also really cheap. As I was waiting in line to pay for my food, the television was announcing the news. A man in Africa found a new home, someone sponsored him $10.000 for food, water, and a home. There were many other announcements, and then the Kerrobert news came on.
Salvatore Haynes murder was exactly a year ago. He died. My best friend was gone, forever. He was murdered, what a terrible way to pass away. They haven’t even found out who murdered him. I didn’t know where I was going to stay now. A tear ran down my face. The first one ever since I left my home. I sat on a bench outside. I didn’t even have an urge to eat. I was depressed, more depressed than I was before I found out Salvatore was dead. When I find the person who killed him, he’s going to pay.
I was on the bench minding my own business when a girl came and sat beside me. She was 15, about 5’3, with long dark brown hair. Her name was Josie Looper. She wasn’t exactly the kind of girl you wanted to be sitting beside, I mean she wasn’t the “prettiest” girl in the world. She started talking to me like we were friends, when we just met. I was a little creeped out. She lived on her own in a small house. Her parents abandoned her 3 months ago and left her this house. She was a very nice girl.
She started asking me personal questions, like what m address was, and where I lived, and how old I was, and about my parents. I told her everything. When I told her about Salvatore she stopped what she was talking about and told me to stay with her at her home. I didn’t know what she had planned, but took me there anyway. I set my bag down and offered me something to eat. I honestly wasn’t hungry so I gave up her offer.
The third day I was living there, she started asking me about Salvatore. She wanted to know how we met, how close we were, and why we were friends. She obviously hated him, I could tell by the tone of her voice. I told her we went to summer camp together and that we’ve only met once.
The next day I was wondering her small house, when I came across a hole in the wall. In the hole there were weapons. There were knifes, guns, and even spears. There were big bags 1-7 feet long, there were about 11 bags. It didn’t smell very good in there at all. I closed the hole up and carried on with me day.
I was In Josie Loopers house for about 5 months now. We became really close, we even liked each other. From the start of October until now I have been drug free for about 6 months. Every day was the same. Josie went to school every morning, and I slept in until about ten. I would stay in the house. Josie always tells me not to go into her bedroom; I think it’s because of all the weapons in the secret room behind her closet.
Today is my birthday; I was now 15 years old. I was born on October 2, 1997. Josie threw me a huge party! I was so excited she was such a nice girl!
One day Josie came home from school, she was crying. They were tears of joy! She was pregnant, pregnant with my child. I couldn’t believe this happened. I wasn’t even expecting any of it. She was about 2 weeks pregnant when she told me. She wants to name it Daniel if it’s a boy and Taylor if it’s a girl. I didn’t know what to think of this, I mean, a kid? I guess I should be excited.
Josie seemed to get bigger and bigger every day. On one of her being pregnant, we celebrated at a small pizza place right here in Kerrobert SK. The news came on the radio. A 14 year old boy had been murdered. His name was Jayden Salvack. He had an older brother and 2 younger sisters. I’ve seen him around town but never actually talked to him before. This was 2 murders in the past year, there was a killer living in Kerrobert Saskatchewan.
One day when Josie went to school, I decided to go in her weapon room. This time when I went in there, there was a raging smell. It smelt like a dead dog. The smell was intriguing, it was so strong I could past out. The room was covered in flies, and the large plastic bags were full of maggots. I was terrified to see what was in the plastic bags, but I looked anyway. My heart wounds on her chest and her face was black and purple.
I didn’t have the right mind to open up the other 2 bags. I closed the bag and ran outside. I wonder if Josie knew about these bodies hiding in her weapon room. I doubt she did.
When Josie finally got home I asked her. She looked at me like I did something wrong. Then she told me. It was her parents and her 5 year old brother. She told me that they left her; she never told me she murdered them. Then I had to ask, did she kill Salvatore. At first she never answered me, but then in a blink of an eye, she said yes.
I wanted her dead. She killed my best friend. No one should be able to get away with that. The first thing I was going to do was call the cops, and if they didn’t believe me, I would kill her myself. When I told her I was going to call the cops she had a tear fall down her face, and I kind of felt bad for her. Then she turned and sliced the skin on my chest. It was bleeding rapidly. She told me that this was a warning. If I told the cops she would kill me. I now had a personal stalker.
She followed me everywhere. I couldn’t run, and I couldn’t hide. She told me the first thing that she would do was to kill the baby, then me. I was frightened. She was now 2 months pregnant. And knowing her, she would kill the baby. I couldn’t have that happen. With everything I went through, and what she of went through, this was hard on both of us. I decided not to tell. I and she lived together for another 3 months.
She was now 5 months pregnant. By now Josie was fat. She was ignorant, mean, and threatened me in every way she could. The next 4 months were going to be terrible. Just having to look at her was bad enough. The next 4 months will be the longest wait ever.
One night at about 11:00, Josie brought home a bag, a 6 foot long bag. I couldn’t stand the thought of living in a hose with 4 dead bodies. For the next 3 months I slept outside, outside in the cold country side. The next morning, the news came on. 15 year old Eric Saltzman went missing 2 days ago, the bad part; I was living in the same house with his body.
Finally, month 9 came. Josie still had about a week to go unless she was early. I was planning what was going to happen. On Friday, July 2, Josie Looper’s baby was born. It was born at 4:30 in the morning. After the baby was born I wrapped it in a towel and laid it in a cradle.
I then took a knife and said my good-byes to Josie. She begged my not too. Then she told me why she killed Salvatore, Eric, and Jayden. They were all her last boyfriends. She killed them because she was mad at them all. They broke her heart, and she has to get them back. She took the lives of 6 people in total. And I would have been her 7th.
With one heave, I stabbed her in the heart. Her eyes widened and she looked me straight in the eye. Then she was gone. The baby was lying on the bed. It was red, purple and pink. I washed it off and held it with pride. It was a strong healthy baby. And it was mine. I called the cops and gave them Josie’s address. Then I left. I went back to my small farm by New-York. I had a great friendly visit at Kerrobert Saskatchewan.
On my way home I took the baby to a hospital and left. I was a wreck. This wasn’t supped to be a choice. I felt like a bad parent. But I was too young to own a baby. I didn’t know what to do so I walked in the hospital put the baby down and left.
The walk back home was only about 2 weeks at the most. It took a long time. I finally got back to my small farm. I was actually excited to see my mom! I haven’t seen her in well over 2 years. I’ve been gone for 2 years. That’s a long time to go without any family. I ran inside my house, the door was wide open. My mom had gotten a new screen door to keep the bugs out.
My mother was inside resting. None of my stuff was inside. She must have burned it all like the crazy thing she would do. I didn’t want to wake her, so I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. All that was in the fridge was beer, milk, and some eggs. I don’t even want to know what she made with that. I am now 16 years old.
I woke my mother up. She had no idea who I was at first; she was still half asleep though. When she finally recognized me, her eyes widened. She thought I died 2 years ago, that’s probably why all my stuff was gone. She missed me; she hugged me for a long time. She then told me never to leave her again. I agreed. I lived with her for 2 year then moved out. No one knew Josie was dead, and hopefully it would stay that way.
I got a job in New York as a baker. I got paid $16 dollars an hour. This was a very popular store. I worked there for about 2 years, and then got enough money to buy it. I bought the bakery and hired several new employees. And that’s my story. The story of how I went from nothing, to everything. Life is %10 of what happens to you and %90 of how you respond to it. And to this day, that’s my life lesson.
