Creative Story: Everything Ends Essay, Research Paper

Creative Story: Everything Ends

Jennifer stopped running through the forest after doing so for what

seemed like eternity. She had no idea where she was, why she was here, or who

was chasing her. All she knew was that running for so long of a time made her

very hungry. Desperately, she looked around for something to eat, and her eyes

settled on a tall apple tree. Jennifer picked a couple and ate them as she

leaned against a maple tree while watching mother nature take its course.

She could see the sun was setting through the bright red leaves of the

forest trees. It was a cold October evening – so cold that she could see the

white puffs of steam coming out of her mouth. Soon it would be nighttime. That

meant that the temperature would fall so dramatically that she might get

hypothermia. Thus, she gathered up numerous dead brown leaves among the forest

floor and pushed them all over her body as she lay down on the cold black dirt.

Jennifer became worried that “the man” or one of his “best friends”

would find her. What would she do? She began searching for something sharp -

like a twig or a stone. Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock.

Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the

house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the

knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it.

Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her survival instinct. She began

to become indifferent to her anxieties and needs. Finally, the silent sinister

hand of sleep had stricken her.

She dreamed about the past; how she got here. She relived all the major

milestones that happened in her life. She dreamt that when she was in high

school, her mother got into a car accident and died, in October. She dreamt her

father exploding and being constantly angry, in October. She dreamt of after not

being able to deal with her father, dropping out of school, in October. She

dreamt of running away from home, in October. She dreamt of the termination of

her career as a lounge singer after being signed by a major record company, in

October. She dreamt of her first album staying at the number one slot for eight

weeks, after being released in October.

After she became such a big star, Jennifer decided to make up with her

father. She went to her former home frequently to visit her father.

Unfortunately, her father was sick. Diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in October,

Jennifer’s father had no ideal who this adult woman who continuously showed up

at his house.

Jennifer loved her father, and wished that she hadn’t run away. But she

loved singing and making music even more. After all, she was the new rock

sensation; often compared in popularity as the Beatles of her generation.

Nobody could get enough of her, especially the old brown Chevrolet.

Everywhere she went, a brown Chevrolet followed her. When she went on

tour, a brown Chevrolet followed her bus. When she went to visit her father, a

brown Chevrolet followed her. After months of this happening, Jennifer started

worring that someone bad might happen to her. Then, she never saw the old brown

car again.

A couple of days later, she went to visit her father, as she did every

Thursday night. After pounding on the door continuously, her father opened it

and invited her in. Jennifer sat down on the couch as her father started to

speak to her.

“Who are you and what do you want? I know why you’re hear. You’ve come

to rob me.”

“No! It’s me Dad. Remember, Jennifer. Your only daughter,” she replied.

“How can I have a daughter? I don’t even have a wife. Get away from me!

I’ll call the cops.”

“I swear I’m your daughter. Dad, settle down. I brought you a present.”

Jennifer cried.

“I don’t want your present. It’s probably a bomb.” He ran to the

kitchen and got out a vegetable cleaver. “Don’t make me use this, ” He shouted,

“Just drop the bomb and we’ll take care of you.”

“What are you talking about? Who is `We’?”

“Everything’s going to be fine. Just drop the bomb. This policeman will

look after you.” Her father continued.

“What police officer?” Jennifer screamed. “Who else is here?”

A man in a police outfit walked out from behind the bathroom door with a

gun in his hand. He pointed the barrel at her and said, “Move and I’ll shoot.

Come with me.” He motioned her to walk to the garage. As she walked, Jennifer

saw an old brown Chevrolet parked in there. The man then blindfolded, gagged,

and handcuffed Jennifer. The last thing she felt was a piece of cold metal

hiting her head.

She dreamt of awaking in a bedroom with the man opening her door. She

dreamt about the man throwing hisself on top of her. She dreamt of her hand

grasping a TV Remote and she smacked it across the man’s head. She dreamt about

the loud crunching sound as alarm clock met head. She dreamt about running down

the stairs and finding the door. She dreamt that she took a swiss army knife as

she bolted out the door. She dreamt about running forever.

Jennifer awoke to the sound of a dog barking. Looking into the distance,

she saw a black doberman chasing after her. Jennifer’s first instinct was to

run. Unfortunately, her legs locked up. Her second instinct was to fight.

After remembering the swiss army knife, Jennifer reached into her pocket, took

it out, and opened the blade. Meanwhile, the doberman stopped about four feet

in front of her. Both man and animal were waiting for the first attack. Animal

was first, and Jennifer felt her skin open up as the dog bit her. Man was

second, and the dog whimpered for a second as Jennifer leapt forward and dug

the knife right into the dogs eye. She stood up triumphantly, and as she did

this, she felt something bite her chest.

Jennifer looked down and saw blood spurting out of her chest. After

glancing up and seeing the man with the gun fifty feet away, Jennifer lost the

capacity to stand and so she fell to the ground. Then, the man walked up to her

and said, “Did you actually think that you could escape me? You should have

killed me when you had the chance.” He looked around at the forest and then

said, “Don’t you love October? Everything ends. The birds fly south and party

all night long in Miami. The animals are getting ready to sleep through the

long cold night. Even I feel like I have to end things.” He then pointed the

barrel at Jennifer.

Jennifer looked up at him and whispered, “Why me?”

“Why not you?” The man shouted back at her. “Why does it even have to

happen in the first place? Why do the leaves change color? Why doesn’t the

whole world get together and declare peace? The truth is that something makes

all of us crazy. For me, it’s October. Mother nature mesmerizes me by making

the whole world turning shades of red, yellow, and green. Every other month,

I’m just a dead brown leaf trying to fade away on the autumn floor. I wake up,

go to work, come home, and go to sleep. But not in October. Everything ends in

October.” And with that, Jennifer saw him pull the trigger. How she loved that

miserable month.