Luseane's Fanfiction

                                                                                        YOUNG AND AFRAID!

I wrote my fanfiction based on the movie "The Lovely Bones" Directed by None other than New Zealand's own Peter Jackson (2009). 

I do not own The Lovely Bones, I'm just writing my piece of fanficiton based on Suzie Salmons murder and the thoughts running through her mind at the time leading to her death.
This is my first fanfic I've written I hope you enjoy it.




My lifeless body laid still once my murderer slammed me to the floor. Winded from the impact of the fall he gently covered my mouth so that my empty screams could not be heard. Instantly I felt a sharp pain go through my body followed by a strange warmth. My murderer had stabbed me and was putting an end to my life before it even had the chance to begin. What was I to do? But to lie there like a dead log and shiver from the coldness of my tears. This so-called human being that I had trusted enough to follow was now deciding whether i was to live and see another day or die. Looking into my eyes he reassured me "everything was going to be alright" but at the meantime I was getting closer to my fate, like the hour glass the sand falling on to the other side was representing a memory I had ever owned slipping away before me. Death was near and I could feel it.

"Why me?" I faintly whispered. "You are not like other girls Suzie, you are different and I know it. I've been watching you for a while and have longed for this moment." Tears shot down from my big blue eyes and rested on my pink Rosie cheeks. Who was this monster? and who was he to rob me of my innocence and a chance at love? As my head spun back to reality I noticed my murderer standing over me with a smirk on his aging face doing the unimaginable with his eyes. I felt disgusted wishing that this was all bad dream, but it wasn't! It was the beginning of my nightmare. My worn out body was fuming and all I wanted to do was get up and show this THING the same sympathy he was showing me. Looking from left to right like a crazy person I noticed something glistening in the dark. It was a piece of broken glass! with the last bit of strength I had left in my system I reached for the glass then plunged at my murderer aiming for his face. With so much rage he let out a yell (that should have woken up atleast one neighbour) and demolished everything in his way striking me three times in the head also. At least that's how many hits I had counted before blacking out...


A fainted light started to arise slowly and was now the only thing I could see besides darkness, was this heaven? The smell of mashed potatoes and vegetables started to fill the small room and was now unblocking my senses. I thought I had died and was released from my bad dream but that was not the case. Worn out and bruised I looked up to see my murderer sitting across from me eating with a bandage across his face. Covering what I had done to him. which somehow made death for me a tad sweeter!

Visions of my parents and siblings started flooding into my head. Had they realised I was not home and it was beyond my curfew? The world was continuing to turn as normal while mine stood still and I was trapped with a stranger who had no life. Once again my washed out eyes continued to drop like a waterfall. When was this going to end? what did I do to deserve this? I had obeyed my parents and done everything they wanted! why was i getting punished? all these thoughts and memories of the ones I had loved started to make my head pound with such an insane rush that it felt ready to explode. I was wishing and hoping for someone to walk through the cornfield and answer my prayers but that became another disappointment and I realised my last moments on this earth was going to be with this man who played God with my life. Everything was spinning and starting to close in on me. My breaths were getting shorter and my eye lids were heavy and difficult to keep open.

This was it, my hour glass was emptying out and I was relieved at the thought of it. Looking at my murderer in the eyes for the very last time I saw a man lost in his own world trapped and uncertain of what to do in life. I inhaled my last breath and closed my eyes, a mini slide show of my family and the love of my life Ray appeared and comforted me in my last moments. All the pain and hurt i felt was now numb and I was at peace knowing that the place I was going to my murderer wouldn't be there to hurt me anymore. "My name is Salmon (like the fish), first name Suzie. I was 14 years old when I was murdered on December 6th 1973".