Hello squad! Here it is, the penultimate CPC post, an awesome challenge hosted by Carol @ Peeking Through a Kaleidoscope. Just like I did in another CPC entry, I incorporated some pictures I took on a vacation into my story. I’m typing this post in New York City, so I have some cool pictures of the NYC skyline.
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“Eliza?” Jonathan calls as he and I walk through the graffiti covered concrete.
We are walking on a hill, hidden from New York City, covered in concrete from top to bottom. There are some construction trucks parked close by, but they’re not here. We’re safe for now.
But that’s not what catches my attention. It’s the phenomenal view of the city. I feel like I can see everything. I’m on top of the world.
When I get scared of falling off, I just remind myself that I must keep on going.
I snap back to reality from my daydream and turn towards Jonathan.
“Jonathan.” I demand loudly. “You still haven’t told me what’s going on!”
“Jess, whisper! I don’t want anyone to hear. They may still be here.” he chastised quietly.
He kept on calling for Eliza, loud enough so that she could hear him if she was nearby, but quiet enough so that anyone further away couldn’t hear them.
They had been searching for hours, but they still hadn’t found Eliza. Would they ever find her?
I fidget with the drawing of the heart that Toby gave me, but remember to hold it tight. Even though I could always pick it back up, I would feel guilty dropping it, on the cold, dirty concrete floor.
And then I saw her.
She was sitting on the concrete with her head down. I couldn’t really see her face just yet, but I could tell that she was sad. I still recognize her, even after all these years.
Jonathan ran over to her.
“Eliza! Is that you!”
I know Eliza must have seen both of us because she looked up, but she didn’t acknowledge us in any way.
“Eliza, are you there?” I said, gently prodding her shoulder.
“Annie. Annie. Annie. Annie.” she whispered, her words filled with sadness.
It was like we weren’t even there. No matter what we did, the only thing Eliza would say is Annie. Who’s Annie, anyway?
“Annie…” Jonathan began. “The name sounds familiar. But I just can’t put a finger on it…” he said, his voice trailing off.
Eliza nodded her head. “Annie.” she said again.
Finally, Eliza knew we were there!
“Who…who are you?” Eliza stuttered, still sitting down. Jonathan and I took a seat next to her.
“It’s me, Jonathan. Your brother. And our cousin Jessica.” he said, pointing to me.
After a moment or so, Eliza spoke again. “I’m sorry, I’ve never met you before.” she replied blankly, her eyes gazing off into space, as if she was preoccupied by something else.
“C’mon, it’s me, Jonathan! Your best friend! What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“Annie. Take me back to Annie.” she asked.
I nudged Jonathan and dropped my voice to a whisper. “Are you sure it’s really her?” I asked. The last time I saw Eliza was when I was a little kid and she was a teenager, before Toby was born. Oh, Toby. Why did I let him go?
Eliza stood up. She took both of our hands and looked at us right in the eyes. Finally, she seemed conscious and contempt.
“We have to save Annie. I don’t know who you are, but we have to save her. It’s your job. That’s why you came here, is it not?” She said intelligently. Frankly, this took me by shock. How was Eliza so focused all of a sudden? How was she so…normal? It was like she had completely altered personality.
“Actually, we came to save you.” I said.
Eliza looked confused. “Well I certainly don’t need saving.” If anything, it’s you too.” she sat back down on the concrete, aimlessly fidgeting with her bracelet. Why was Eliza acting so weird?
“Where’s Annie, Eliza?” I ask gently.
“The top of the Chrysler building, of course.” Eliza said, not looking up. “I can take you there. It’s not far.”
This was definitely Eliza, but she didn’t seem like Eliza. There was something uncanny about her that made me uncomfortable. And why did she want to rescue this mysterious Annie so much?
“Let’s go.” Jonathan said.
So the three of us walked all the way down from the hill into busy New York City.
We had found Eliza, but now we had something even more important to do.
We were going to find Annie.
Which was the only thing that would truly bring Eliza back…
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