I Finally Found You (Completed)

Today, my name is Olivia Moore. But, it used to be Erin Parker. I had grown up with a normal life in Holmes Chapel, England. I had two of the best parents a child could have. Though I didn’t have any siblings, I had a best friend, Harry.

But, that all changed two years ago. Why? Because I died...or at least that’s what everyone thought. They all thought that I was in a car explosion when I was 16, when someone had planted a car bomb. My friends, family, and anyone I had ever known lost me.

But in reality, none of that happened. Yes, I lost the people around me, but that was because I went into hiding. Three days before I “died,” I saw something that I shouldn't have, so my life was in danger. I didn't really have very much time to say goodbye to everyone I loved. The fact that they didn't know what really happened kills me, they all think I’m dead, that I’m never going to come back. Until now.

Copyright © 2012 -> Iridescent Artist


11. Chapter 10



Flashback -> February 17th, 2010


"Can you describe to us what the man looked like?" The sketch artist asked. He looked up through his glasses to me, waiting for an answer.

I had explained already what happened, but they needed to know what he looked like. I was proud of myself that I hadn't broken down into anything more than just small tears in the past hour.

"He was tall,” I said, “very tall, larger build. He had short grey hair? Maybe it was black turning grey? I'm not sure because it was dark and there were so many shadows.” I looked to the officer and sketcher for reassurance.

I swallowed, “His bone structure on his face was very prominent. His beard and mustache were messy? I don't know how to explain it.”

“What was he wearing?” The officer asked.

I scratched my head in thought, “He was wearing a thick black coat and jeans…I think.”

“Any markings or tattoos?”

“Yeah. There was a skull tattoo on his...left arm." I couldn't believe that I had remembered that much, but I guess it's kind of hard to forget what a killer looks like.

The sketch artist would then ask me if his nose was larger or bigger than what was drawn, his eyes, chin, everything. Until, in the end, the man was on the paper in front of me.

"That's him. That's exactly what he looks like."

"Mrs. Parker, Miss Parker, I'm going to have to bring you into another room to talk about something." The officer informed us.

We agreed and walked down the hall into another room. It looked the same as the last, except this one didn't have windows, not even on the door. And I noticed that there wasn't even a security camera in this one.

Once we sat down in the chairs, a man who looked like he was with a higher form of British Security came in. He seemed to be in his mid forties with fair skin and salt and pepper hair. He shut the door and locked it right away.

"What's going on?" my mum asked.

"Mrs. Parker, Miss Parker, my name is Mathew Tilsman. I don't know how to say this, but we believe that the killer that you," he gestured to me, "described, is a notorious serial killer that has been stationed in London the past year."

"Excuse me? Then what is he doing in Holmes Chapel?" I asked.

"We don't know, but now that we have analyzed it, we think that he has been traveling from town to town in the last month and a half."

"Ok, well, now what?" This was starting to frustrate me. Did this mean that he had a higher chance of killing me in my sleep or something?

He sighed, "My team and I have decided that it would be best if you, well, disappeared."

"What are you implying Mr. Tilsman? That you get rid of my daughter or something?" My mum asked, alarmed.

He chuckled a little bit at this, "No, no, I'm sorry. Bad choice of words. We need your daughter to go into hiding. The fact that the killer saw her face and that he chased her, indicates that he's probably on the lookout for her."

"So we move from the country?"

"It’s a little more complicated than that, Mrs. Parker. We think that this murderer has many connections in multiple countries around the world."

"Then what do we do?" I asked him. I was getting worried about what he was going to tell us at this point.

"We’re going to have to fake your death."

I was shocked. I could tell my family and friends, right? The killer was the only one that I to think that I was gone from the Earth. But, I had to ask, "Can I tell anyone?"

"No, everyone must think that you are dead and gone." 

How would everyone cope with my loss? Would they miss me? I knew I would miss them.

"Once you are gone, you can't make any contact with anyone that you know now. It has to be as if you vanished."

"But where will we go?" My mum asked him. I was once again afraid of his answer.

The man bit his lip, "The thing is Mrs. Parker, you can’t go with her."

"Now you can't tell me what I can and cannot do! I'm going with my daughter!" She had raised her voice. I knew that she wouldn't go down without a fight. I looked away from the conversation, feeling a little embarrassed for my mum.

"If you want Erin to be safe, you have to let her go. It’s going to be harder to hide the two-"

"Three," she interrupted, "my husband will be going with us."

"Exactly Mrs. Parker, it will be hard to hide the two of you, let alone three. It will be safer for Erin this way." He was right. If my mum came with me, it would be much easier to find us. I looked at my mum, giving her an “I'm sorry” look.

"Mum, he's right."


I sighed, “I’m sure that whoever he will send with me will protect me. And it’s best this way, he knows what he’s doing,”

“Actually, I will be going with you.” He informed me.

I looked back to my mum and grabbed her hand, “Just let me go, mum.”

"I just don't want to lose you." I was starting to see the water build in her eyes.

"Where will I go?" I asked Mr. Tilsman, who was starting to look relieved for not having to fight anyone on this subject.

He glanced between the both of us, "I can only tell you in private. Even your mum can't know where you're going."

"Why not?" My mum was tense again.

"Because then you are in danger. Anyone who knows about this is in danger."

She sighed and smoothed my hair with her hand, "Alright, talk it over. I'll leave."

Mr. Tilsman got up and unlocked the door for my mum. When she was gone, he sat back down and handed me a folder out of his briefcase.

"You have to take up an entirely new identity. You can't be Erin Parker any more. In that folder, you have your new name, history, everything."

I looked everything over. My new name would be Olivia Moore. My mum had died in a car crash when I was five. My dad's name was Jonathan Parker, a business man. I had grown up in...Bridgnorth until I was ten. Then my dad and I started moved constantly around the country, for business. So I had never really had a home since then.

Now, I would be flying to...New York. New York? I would be going to New York to attend a boarding school, because my dad didn't want me constantly traveling anymore.

“You’re my dad?” I asked Mr. Tilsman.

“Yes, but you won’t see me very often because you are in boarding school. But, I will be there at all times.”

I nodded and then he told me what I had to do. I summed it all up in my head. The rules were:


1. Always tell Jonathan (Mathew) if anything is up.

2. Never take any pictures. These days, they always go on the internet where people can see them and find them with face recognition.

3. No Facebook, Twitter, or any other social media accounts. It is just another way of being tracked.

4. Never tell anyone about your real self. It just puts them in danger.

5. Never contact anyone that you have ever known up until this point. It also puts them in danger.

6. Don't bring anything from your past life with you where ever you go. No pictures, videos, presents, nothing.

7. Try to adjust as best as you can, no matter where you go. Be normal.


This sounded like a lot of work, "Can I tell my dad?"

"Yes, but he and your mum will be the only ones to know. Don't tell your friends that you witnessed a murder today."

"When do we leave?" The real question was, how long would I have to say goodbye?

"Sunday at one in the morning.” He replied. I only had three days?

"How will I die?" I was just shooting questions out to him as I thought of them.

"We can't leave a body behind, because you're still going to be alive. My team and I have decided that we will fake your death by staging a car bombing incident on Saturday afternoon."

I took everything in. So I was going to die. My life would never be the same. I was going to be in New York City on Sunday. I couldn't bring any memories. I couldn't talk to my friends or family. And I would have an entirely new identity. Wow.

"Wait, will I ever be able to come back?" I asked.

"Only when we have the killer in jail."

I only nodded to him because there was just so much to take in, "I guess I should start packing."

"No, you can't. You can't bring anything with you except for the clothes you will be wearing and a small bag. You have to leave everything behind, just like you would if you died."

"What will I wear?"

"The agency will give you money so you can fill your wardrobe,” He gave me a sympathetic look. “I know that this experience will be hard, but it’s to keep you alive."

"I know, thank you. I'm just nervous." I said, biting my lip.

"It's fine. Just go home, get some rest, and say your goodbyes. Just don't let anyone know that you're leaving. I will contact you sometime in the next couple of days to let you know what’s going on."

He walked me out into where my mum was. I hugged her and said I was sorry, "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's not your fault."


Present Time


"That's awful Erin, I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you. I knew that I could've trusted you with anything, but they wouldn't let me say anything to anyone." I said. Harry was still holding onto me, soothing me.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you’re still alive. Now I can have my best friend back."

“Yeah, I’ve missed being able to mess with these curls.” I said as I shook them out with one of my hands.

He laughed, "Yeah okay, Erin, or should I call you Olivia? I would miss calling you Ehr Bear. I just back the ability to say it again," Oh god. "And now it makes sense of why your papers said Olivia Moore on them."

"You picked up my papers?" I was so relieved that he had. After I walked away from him yesterday, I realized that I had lost four assignments for my algebra and history classes.

"Yeah, I thought they would help me find you." He looked down to hide that he was blushing a little bit. But I thought it was sweet that he wanted to find me so badly. "So what should I call you?"

"You can call me Erin."

"And when I’m around your friends, I’ll call you Olivia?" This was the part that I was a little more worried about.

I hesitated a little bit before I spoke, "I'm not so sure that it’s a very good idea that you are around my friends." He didn't respond, so I spoke some more. "It’s not that I don't want you in my life Harry, it’s just that you give people a hint of my past life."

"What if you tell people you just met me?"

I sighed, "I'll think about it."

We sat on my couch a little longer, until he asked, "Did you tell Jonathan, or Mathew, or whatever?"

"No, no one knows about this." I looked at my phone and saw that it was already three . I hadn't eaten since when Mia and I left the concert for food, "I need some food, are you hungry?"

He shook his head, "No, not really. What are you going to eat?"

"Well, I'm too lazy right now to make anything, so maybe a bowl of cereal."

He got up from the couch, "Nope. No, no, that is not how you should eat."

"But I don't enough energy to make anything else." I protested.

"That's okay, I'll make you something." I had forgotten how good of a cook Harry was. He always used to make food in his kitchen back home. Then he would make me taste everything. It always turned out good. I bet his cooking skills had gotten even better since then.

"Fine, but don't mess it up!" I teased.

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