Horror Collection

March 12th 2009

St James Avenue

G51 7KB

Dear Doctor Marshall,

I feel like I'm getting better now but I want to tell you everything about 'Coda' i really want your help to get better, so here is the story about my old the best friend.

I was always a lonely child, i never had many friends. My mother told me that I would make them in high school but I didn't believe her. When I was nine years old I moved school due to bullying and I met this new boy Coda he was so nice and funny, he was always making me laugh.

One day I asked Coda to come over to my house, but he was not up for it at all. He just said "I can't go to your house, he won't allow it." Whenever I asked who 'He' was Coda just became quiet and gave me a depressing look so of course when your friend is sad you always try to make them feel better. I remember making the most stupid jokes which somehow Coda loved every time. He loved all the jokes so much it brought him to complete rivers pouring out of his eyes.

Whenever I asked him about that too he just said "It's because you're funny." i just laughed and stared at him admiring his kindness. There was a day at school when I was in the playground with Coda and these boys came up to us mocking me and calling me names but every time Coda just stayed quiet crying from fear and i just told them to leave me alone but when they went away Coda was happier than ever, and he just pushed me saying something very comforting that made me feel better, always.

I technically forced Coda let come over. The thought of actually meeting his parents was scary because, he was so weird about them. I went to his home, and they weren't around. We played for hours in his room but when my mum finally came to get me, she asked if I had fun exploring, and I was usually just confused about why she called it "exploring" because, she knew I was with Coda.

My dad hated Coda he despised are friendship, and he was always saying how he was a silly boy by the information I told him about my one and only friend.

There was an accident in my house on my birthday and I was told to stay in my room during the time the police and ambulance came. I did as my father told me to do or i would feel the back of his hand and lay in bed crying.

I jumped at the sound of a familiar voice, looking around my room I saw Coda and instantly I ran towards him, hugging him for the first time. That moment, I realized he was freezing and I looked at him, just smiling. And he laughed, obviously I told him, "You're absolutely freezing." but all I got was a nod in response and oddly enough, tickles. It caused me laugh and forget about his icy skin.

The seasoned changed and summer came faster than you'd think. Coda invited me to the zoo for a free open day, he met me at the park where we always hung out with nothing but each other, we headed through the city lifestyle - I swear some people shouldn't be allowed to drive, they could cause a serious accident.

I knew my mother would scold me appropriately for leaving the house and going out, a bit far on my own but, I couldn't help myself, Coda wanted to see the animals with me. Being grounded wasn't the worst punishment; most kids just wait it out.

When we arrived at the Zoo, I fell in love. Coda was ecstatic and I was in my element with joy and fascination. We went to see the animals and I slipped out to head for the bathroom, making sure to pin point where Coda was and not fail at regrouping, losing each other was the last thing we needed.

I was almost at the bathroom when a young women called me over, not by name of course but, I knew she was pointing me out. She confronted me, advising me to seek out my mother or a staff member to help me find her. She was adamant to let me go on my own, but, you know how little kids are. We're great at getting just out of your grasp and into the wild world of busy areas.

"She's down there! I'll see you." I remember shouting when I was actually running over to Coda.

That day was the best, I'd never felt so alive and full of spirit in my young years because, I'd never been to the zoo - especially for free. I noticed Coda ceased to speak with me or even whisper to me in class like most friends would. He'd been so quiet, when he disappeared it was a little too easy to forget he was ever around. New friends came in high school and that's when my life changed fir the better, my grades spiked, got a girlfriend, fell in love with socialising and was happy. Until, I wasn't.

When I turned eighteen I slipped into a depressed state and locked myself in my room due to my mother and father dying in a car crash. I took it very badly and pushed away everyone I knew, while I stayed in my house alone on a late Wednesday night. I ventured onwards up the stairs to my hideout, but what came to greet me, terrified me. There he stood, my best friend, at the moment I dropped to my knees and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Coda?" I mumbled. Slipping on my sounds.

Examining his child-like body, hearing his laugh and seeing his c.h.e.s.t rise and fall made me scared for my psyche.

Without warning Coda came running towards me but stopped. "You're not Kyle, where is he?" he asked. His voice the same as ever.

I was in complete shock seeing my old best friend not aged not even remotely different. I sat as still as a statue my eyes fixated on him, similar to a halk, stalking and analysing its prey.

"It's me! Kyle, I grew up... " I said. Attempting to lessen suspicion.

Noticing the white and blue shirt he wore everyday at school and the same happy smile made memories come flooding back, I had to close my eyes for a second of sanity, crying, fearful I had lost my mind, I couldn't decipher why I felt so burdened by grief. I heard his footsteps get quieter and quieter until there was nothing, shaking my head I hesitated to look up but thankfully, I saw no one.

After I got myself together I ran into my room looking up deaths of young boys back when I was in primary school. It took a while but I found what I was searching for, four years before I met Coda, a young boy named Cody Matthews died of being strangled to death by his father John Mane Matthews.

The father was thirty-four years old when he killed his son age nine and his wife aged twenty-nine. I became low from discovering my only friend, when I was in primary school wasn't real. They were something which I assumed was as real as you and I, but he wasn't. Coda must have been real, I pushed myself to believe this for days, trying to fathom a logical explanation but knowing that he wasn't, I couldn't get it into my head.

Since then, I have always said to niece's and nephew's, "Remember that when you're young, your imagination can work wonders! Even make you see something that isn't even real.", I knew that he was real but eveyone else, was oblivious. Only I could see him, feel him and, help him - which was the scariest and saddest thing of all.

Yours sincerely,

Kyle Samuel Lawrick