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Once upon a time, there was a kind little boy who loved everyone and everything. He was so kind; He'd give anything he had to anyone. Even if it was all he had left. That, of course, never happened, at least never to my knowledge. One beautiful yet foggy and cold morning, The Boy walked to the market to buy some bread for his sickly mother.
Every day to get to the market, he walked by this perfect-looking house. It had a white picket fence and a little pond with frogs hopping around it sometimes. He had always wanted to live there. The people who lived there were a newly married couple that everybody knew. They were so kind, and even though one could not talk, and one was half blind, everybody loved them. Even the Old Man. Who hated everyone except The Boy and The Couple.
When he was walking past it, he expected no one to be out, it was too early. Though, The Boy saw a figure walking towards him. It was The One That Could Not Talk. He was carrying some groceries, three bags full of them. They looked heavy, so The Boy ran up to the man, and asked,
"Do you need any help Camron?"
Camron nodded eagerly.
So, The Boy took the heaviest looking bag, the light weight of it surprising him, and walked in silence with Camron up the perfect pathway towards the perfect door. The door opened very suddenly, showing the Half Blind husband in the doorway, his name was Marvin. Marvin grinned kindly and held open the door for them to step in. The Boy hesitated before stepping in, unsure where to go.
"Thanks for helping Cam! He's working too hard these days, getting the groceries for me and such." he said while guiding them towards the clean kitchen with a hand on the wall. "You can just put the groceries on the counter and me and Cam will put them up later, don't worry about it."
The Boy put his bag down and looked out the sliding glass door. He saw an absolutely beautiful backyard, with a huge tree and a swing on the tree. There were flowers everywhere, every color you could imagine. He forgot himself and stared outside, admiring the beautiful flowers.
"Would you like to go outside? Cam loves to show off his garden. It's one of his favorite things." Marvin asked.
Camron nodded.
"I'd love to! It looks so beautiful from over here, I can't imagine what It'd look like out there." The Boy responded.
So, The Boy and The Couple walk outside. As the boy walked through the doorway, He smiled, feeling the warmth on his skin....hadn't it been foggy and cold just a moment ago? That didn't matter though, all that mattered was the sun and the birds..right? He startled when Camron took his hand, leading The Boy to go on a tour of the garden.
With Marvin narrating, they all went throughout his garden.
"His favorite flowers are the roses, and he grows strawberries, we're trying to get more food to grow, but no luck yet." They kept walking. "These are the gnomes. Camron loves collecting them." Camron rolls his eyes.
The Boy looked at the gnomes, the faces smiling a bit too big, but they were still cute. The Boy wished he could have one for his yard. Camron noticed his wistful staring and went to sign something to his husband. Marvin nodded and said,
"If you'd like one, we have lots we don't like in the cellar. Camron would be happy to give you one."
"I would love that. My yard would be so much happier with a gnome, and mother would get to see them as well! She loves gnomes and little trinkets." The Boy said shyly.
"That's so sweet of you!! Come, come, let's go get you a gnome." Marvin replied, pulling him to the other side of the house.
The cellar doors were unlike the rest of the house, they were dirty and old looking. Camron opened the doors and Marvin ushered them in. Interestingly, it was just as warm as the backyard they'd just been in, soothing The Boy. He wondered how he went without the warmth and....birds? Were there birds here? He shook his head. Of course there were birds here, they've always been here. Just as the warmth had always been. He should probably be sleeping more though; he was so tired. Walking down the steps, The Boy in the lead and the couple behind him. As they reached the bottom, The Boy gasped, there were so many of the wonderful gnomes! And they were so familiar somehow. Strange, the boy thought, although that thought disappeared as soon as it appeared."Which one do you want? You can have anyone you like." Marvin asked. "The best are in the back of the cellar though. Wanna check those out first then make your way back?"
The Boy nodded, and they walked to the back of the cellar, the temperature growing unnaturally hot the deeper they got in the cellar. The Boy wondered why it was so hot yet so comfy in a cellar of all places. That didn't matter though, because he finally saw the best gnomes that Marvin was talking about. He gasped in delight, how pretty they were, how kind they looked, how lovely they made him feel.
"I see you like these ones, huh?" Marvin said. "Sometimes I just sit down here for hours and look at them. Would you like to do that? We'll take care of everything for you, and you can just look at them all you want."
The Boy didn't say anything. All he did was walk closer to the gnomes and stare, smiling. The Couple smiled and walked away, but The Boy didn't notice. All he saw were the gnomes. Nothing mattered but the gnomes. When had anything mattered but the gnomes?
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Ten years later.
The perfect little house is still there, looking as beautiful as always, perfect in every way. Everybody loves this newly married couple, and everybody thinks the old lady in the dusty old house is crazy, she tells everyone who will listen about her little boy. Missing she says, so kind she says, yet no one can recall her even having a romance with anyone, let alone having a child. So, life goes on and soon enough she dies, found in her bed a week after, soft and frail.
Life goes on.
Her only child, her lovely loud spirited sweet baby. 15 years ago, she went missing. 15 years of solitude with her husband. 15 long, terrifying years.
No one had found Victoria, so she still had hope. Hope that after all these years that they wouldn't find her dead.
Her husband had made her breakfast. They played chess together like any other day, the wife winning like always, their laughter filling the air after a terrible joke by the husband. At lunch they drove to their daughter's favorite hill with a picnic basket. The neighbors all look at the car as it drives by, pretending not to stare, but the couple notices anyways.
They arrive at the green hill with no trees, not anymore. It's going to become a dump soon, despite many protests from the neighborhood and the couple. They lay out the same blanket they use every time and sit, staring at the trucks preparing to level the land.
They eat in silence, thinking about what would have happened if their daughter hadn't gone missing. She was 2 years old and just had learned how to talk. And she was loud. She would drive her parents crazy, yelling how she wants something all the time. She was adorable, with chubby cheeks, blond hair and bright green eyes. She loved the outdoors and often brought the outdoors indoors. That was something her parents wouldn't miss.
The parents pack up, go home, and watch a couple of movies until dark. The husband gets a phone call. He steps out of the room and takes it. A few minutes later, he walks in with a strange look on his face and tells his wife that the police just called and said they found their daughter. The wife is shocked. How could they have found her daughter? It'd been such a long time, there was no way they could have found her. The husband takes her hand and drags her to the car. He drives them to the police station, gripping the wheel tightly.
They arrive and are ushered to a back room of the station with a police officer besides them, explain how they found a 17-year-old with no one to take care of her. She bore a lot of familiarities with their child from so long ago, they decided to take a DNA sample, and it matched with the DNA of the couple. The husband pales. The wife cries out upon hearing this, and since they had just walked in the room, so they saw the child at the same time. She was similar to their daughter. The wife shakes her head, crying loudly now, repeating over and over that this couldn't be their daughter. The police officer asks,
"Why not? I mean, we took the DNA and it matched. You should be happy. Your daughter is alive."
She replies, "it's not possible, because we killed her! We buried her in our yard, she was dead! She is dead. That's not her!"
The "daughter" smiles.