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The Incident Outside Hunt Lake
Friday, November 23, 2007 12:58 PM
Short story time people........ after re reading this story in a more awake state... i needs work but a good start no?
Michael and Madelyn Owens were twins, born just a few minutes apart in the early thaw leading to spring. Michael was also rumored to be Raewyn Corwin’s boyfriend, haven been seen with her at dances and various other locations together and the fact that Raewyn wore his school ring on her thumb. That’s why when Kaleb Hayes and Madelyn drove into Hunt Lake that rainy June night, leaving Madelyn in the morgue and Kaleb in the ER, Micheal was the one who was sent to tell Raewyn.
Raewyn and Madelyn had been best friends since their swaddling days so she broken down crying it wasn’t a surprise. It was expected. Best friends mourn each other, especially when they die so young. But wasn’t expected was how she acted afterwards.
She didn’t reach out and try to find solace in the other girls. She didn’t talk to the counselors the minister sent. She didn’t talk to her mother or Madelyn’s. She sat alone on the shore of the Lake and locked in her room everyday until the incident, until our lives changed forever.
The funeral was held off for a week’s span so the rains could stop and the earth to be dry enough for the burial and giving Raewyn enough time to take action. But still its unclear when she broke into the Owens’ home. As far as we can gather she did so the day after she died while the family was still at the morgue and funeral home. Kim Miller saw her outside their home.
The Owens still claim since they notice nothing out of place that she didn’t and was there for lying. The protest and turn a blind eye, even when the evidence says other wise. Guess it must be hard to except the truth sometimes.
But whatever the truth is all the town knows is that Raewyn changed everyone’s perceptions.
Raewyn was asked to say something at the funeral, because as Madelyn best friend, she would have to have some positive and insightful things to say about her. It was expected.
She wasn’t in the chapel when it the minister started the service. She wasn’t there when Mrs. Owens talked about her daughter nor when the Mr. Owens told the mourning mass about Madelyn’s childhood. She wasn’t there when Michael wept his tale of his sister. She wasn’t there when the minister told of hers family and friends. We didn’t think she was showing by then so when she banged open the doors at the minister’s end we all jumped.
She was a shocking sight among the black cloaked mourners dressed in Madelyn’s favorite pink t-shirt and worn black jeans. She walked quickly down the aisle with determination a flamed in her eyes and her arms filled with bound pieces printer papers and worn journal. She stopped only to whisper in Kaleb’s ear and him to return the gesture.When Kaleb got up and hobbled out we had no idea what we where in for.
She took the podium and ignored the minister’s whisper of reassurance and cast her gaze upon us. With a shaky breath she enlightened us.
“I was asked to speak to you to tell you about Madelyn. I was asked because I was her friend. I was asked because if you want to impact drama and tragedy the peers give the best story and make you feel better that we still mourn for the youth, that we still feel pain. But though I was chosen for the wrong reasons, still I choose to talk because Madelyn deserves to be truly known.
“I don’t know what I can really tell you that you didn’t hear already. About there girl you saw and thought you knew. Who you thought you saw. So I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to let Madelyn to the talking instead.”
She flipped through the crisp paper in her bound paper booklet towards the end and held it up for all to see.
“Madelyn wrote this- she wrote this just a few days before her accident. I think she would like you to hear her words, the words she never got to say.” With that she set back down the papers and started with a shaky breath.
“I have often in the past found myself wondering why. Why is this happening, why am I different, why will I break my mothers hea
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