Coming Home


Coming Home


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16 years ago, 2-year-old Louise McSweeney was taken from her home, during the night.

She hasn't been seen by her family since.

The police retrieved no leads, and the case was closed after 3 years without any luck.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS 100% FICTIONAL.
AND YES, I KNOW IT'S A STRANGE STORY, I WROTE IT IN LIKE TEN MINUTES.. FOR SOME REASON, BUT HERE IT IS!

--SEPARATOR--

"And where can I take you to, Ma'am?"

"Oakwood Drive, please."

"Sure, hop in." the taxi-driver opened the backdoor to allow the young woman to enter.

"So...." the taxi-driver was trying to make conversation whilst keeping his eyes on the road, "What brings you to London?"

"I'm coming home." she replied, quietly.

"I see.... my name's Bruce by the way, Bruce Dagnall."

"Nice to meet you, Bruce." the woman forced a weak smile.

"And, what would your name be?"

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, "My name is Louise, Louise McSweeney."

--SEPARATOR--

"Thankyou very much for the ride, Bruce. How much will it be?"

"No, no, no, don't you worry about it Miss McSweeney, you run home, this one's on the house." Bruce wiped a few tears of joy from his rosey cheeks, he was glad to see the young girl returning home after all these years.

"Oh thankyou so, so much Bruce." Louise hugged the emotional man, and kissed him on the cheek and ran off down the street.

"Say hi to your mother for me!" Bruce shouted down to her.

--SEPARATOR--

Louise checked the grand oak door, yep it was #26, the right house. She rang the doorbell, and took in many deep breaths.

"Oh, hello" said the elderly lady behind the doorway, "how can I help you?"

"Mum.."

Mrs. McSweeney stood motionless with bulging eyes, could this be her daughter? The daughter she hadn't seen in 16 years, since she was nothing more than an infant?
She had the same colour hair as she had when she was two, a dark ginger. And her eyes, oh her eyes where just like they were all those years ago, only bigger and perhaps even more beautiful.

"Louise, honey, you're home!"

The pair found themselves locked in eachother's embrace; crying, laughing and sharing kisses and hugs.

--SEPARATOR--

This wide eyed, ginger haired girl wasn't really Mrs. McSweeney's daughter, but none the less she was going to spend the rest of her days acting like it.

Really, she was Liam Daniels, a young boy from Scotland who found himself on the edge of a cliff-face ready to jump after his life fell apart through a series of unspeakable events.

But, after discovering the body of a young girl who he found to be 'Louise McSweeney' on that very cliff-face he had a change of heart.

This was the young girl who went missing a long time ago, and unfortunately she was now deceased.
But what was the point in losing two lives and ruining many others?
He could fill her place, giving him a second chance at life as well as ending her parents' personal hell.

He reburied the young girl's body, deeper this time, so deep she should never be discovered. And with her body, he buried the soul of Liam Daniels, so that the soul of Louise McSweeney could live on through him.

I'm not saying what he did was right. But was it, though?



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