Echoes in Thin Air

By Benjamin Dickson

After the remains of the young female, Thea Robinson, were found inside the wrecked vehicle, her journal was discovered. Inside, her story is told, leading up to her death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Benjamin Dickson
• Release date: Jan 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9780983982937

Benjamin Dickson

Beer drinker, story teller, Pink Floyd diehard.

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Echoes in Thin Air

Benjamin Dickson

Copyright 2012 by Benjamin Dickson

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Table of contents:

Introduction

April 14, 2009

April 15, 2009

June 8, 2008

July 4, 2008

July 5, 2008

July 5, 2008

May 12, 2006

June 29, 2007

July 10, 2007

October 7, 2007

October 18, 2007

April 14, 2009

Introduction

SOMERSET, PA. – Police have found the body of a 26-year-old Somerset County woman near the embankment of High Point road, in the same area where a teen’s vehicle had been discovered following a crash last month.

The body of Thea Marie Robinson, of Somerset was found Monday morning lodged within the wreckage of her 2003 Jeep Grand Cherokee, which was found in a wooded area about 60 yards from where the road bares a steep right, according to state police.

State police trooper Michele Davis said Robinson’s car struck a guide rail on the sharp turn and barreled through, rolling down the embankment uncontrollably before striking a large tree at the wood’s base.

The vehicle came to rest on the embankment, where it had been found by troopers around 6:45 a.m. Along with the wreckage, a torn journal had been recovered. This is her remaining journal, her story, told through her eyes.

Echoes in Thin Air

April 14, 2009

Ne jamais j'avoir ai cru en quelque chose ils ont appelé le vrai amour, jusqu'à ce que le moment même j'avais posé mes yeux sur vous. Vous êtes magnifique, la chose la plus belle que je jamais pourrais rêver. Vous êtes l'un j'ai rêvé de. The foreign words had softly escaped his gentle looking, glistening red lips as our eyes seemed to be in this stunning and unbreakable lock between one another. Never in my existence upon this shining planet of life had I ever experienced something as powerful as this very moment. To have a being look at me with such passion and desire, it was apparent to me there was more than just lust, it was love at first sight. There was a sudden weakening feeling drawn by this love, something I had long dismissed as folklore, but a myth told by that of a dreamer, and yet it was completely real.

It took but a mere moment to process his first and few inviting words seeing my French translation throughout the years had grown broken, and yet every word of his combined into that magical spell, which had been easily bestowed upon me. The scene seemed entirely too good to be true, with a frightening possibility of this random soul feeding something that lie deep down inside of me that I had desired since childhood never phased me. I knew for fact, he wasn’t looking for any sort of ego rise; this was real.

As I devoured every last crumb that had been left from his enchanting words, I found myself blinded by this sudden, out of the blue head over heels desire. I thought to myself, who was the mysterious and yet oh-so confident man, and where had he emerged from, because it was clear to me that he wasn’t from the old country, judging by his tongue.

The scenario seemed all too real to mistake for a sort of delusional fantasy that has long been personally desired – it was real. His silk soft hand gently reached out for mine, in a short exchange that had ended by leaving a small black felted box, with what was enclosed to remain unknown. The thought of the content inside hadn’t taken the slightest toll due to my infatuation and mesmerization with what had been standing directly in front of my nose, that of perfection. It was from this mysterious gift that at this very instant, I made a promising vow to he, and myself, not to open what was made out to be in my eyes, a sacred gift that could never be replaced no matter how immense the temptation. This box was held highly in my eyes, though the thought of it ever being any sort of joke never crossed my mental path.

There stood no chance to conceal the feeling of sheer panic that had came over me during this as I recall the knots of intimidation, which tangled my stomach from the inside like an ivy upon sapling as I received this small box of hope from my handsome Prince Charming. The threat of my knees buckling at any moment hovered above like a thunderstorm, as they grew vulnerable under pressure. Never in my twenty-nine years of existence had I ever faced something that stuck such fear and intimidation inside of me. I sensed that my nerves were shot, clearly on the razor’s edge while a slight sweat of bullets began to grow and seep throughout my fairly complex skin as I pondered to myself how it could be possible that one single soul, hell, any man could have such an effect over a satisfied and established female such as I.

His glaring blue eyes offered a surreal shade, one that I couldn’t recall from my past. Evenly spread they were while complimented by a set of perfect matching brown eyebrows that stretched above. It was these select brown eyes that had this mesmerizing quality about them, containing a glare that seemed to somehow view deep into my soul, a feeling that I could never burn from my memory. The man stood tall, with a full head of blond hair, styled a mess, but a style that was deemed overly attractive in my eyes. His powerful presence led me to feel uneasy toward his passion, only due to my frozen state at the time. While I possessed the mysterious jewelry box, which began to grow slightly heave upon my weary heart, I grew the sense of something different in this one during our short fairy tale moment that seemed to last all too little, as he clearly set himself apart from any boy I