in Pennsylvania
The day of my death was July, 14th, of the year 1952. I was only 15 years old, and very naive. I'm here to tell my story..
My name is Alyssa Johanson. I grew up in Grandview, Maryland, a very peaceful place to be. The night in question, July 14th, just happened to be 3 days after my birthday. I was sitting outside later in the evening, on our patio. I remember everything looked so homely that night especially, very calm. My boyfriend, James Hagen, was visiting me when out of the blue, he says "Let's go for a little drive.". He was 17, tall and very appealing to the girls' in town, but I won his heart. At least, I thought so. I, of course, a lovestruck teenager agreed to it. I left with no acknowledgment of what had been planned ahead for me.
I clambered into the old beaten 1951 Chevrolet pick-up truck. As we drove down a deserted path, I asked "Where are we headed?". Before I knew it, he pulled to the side of the road and pushed me out of the truck. I was frightened, "James!" I screamed over and over as he beat me until I passed out. Thats all I remember. When I had awoken out of my 2 hour coma I was in a secluded barn, alone. I beat the walls until my fists bled. I could see through the cracks of the barn walls that dusk had turned into a chilly night. I sat limp in a pile of hay crying..
Soft footsteps entered the barn. I looked up briefly to see it was James, the one who had done this to me. I stood and pushed him into the nearest pile of hay. "Why?!" I screeched pitifully through my tears, "Why?!". He looked at me, his soft green eyes smiling. "Because I love you." he said with a voice that didn't sound like his own. He stood up and drew out a knife. I stared at the glimmer of blade in the moonlight. I looked back up at his face and said softly, "No." I ran outside of the barn as fast as my legs could carry me. He followed me at a fast pace. I turned around as he drew closer, facing my early death. He laughed softly, "Meet your death, Alyssa Johanson.". He drove that knife through my chest. I looked down at the blood staining my blouse as he cackled. Everything went black. I was dead at 15.
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