PART 1: SIERRA IS ALIVE

My name is Archer Leviticus, and I have a confession to tell.

It may be hard for you to accept or to sink into your minds whatever you're going to hear from me today, but please give me a chance and listen to my story.

I remained silent my whole life on this subject as people who surrounded me forced me not to say anything about this matter. But now I am ready to tell you everything I know about Sierra McCarthy's disappearance—yes, you're hearing it right. She isn't dead. 

But before I continue, allow me to take an oath that whatever I say and you'll hear from me in this audio. Is all completely true. I will not lie—I will never lie, for Sierra is a special person to me.

You know me as Archer, just the twenty-two-year-old guy who loves doing podcasts about infamous criminals all over the world. But behind this, I am also a person who gets involved in a criminal case. No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim.

I'll start my story by telling you how I fell in love with this beautiful girl named Sierra McCarthy back in the year 2016. If you went to Willow High, you probably know her as the popular student who was part of the theater club. They always cast her as the major lead because of her charismatic appearance, being an outstanding performer, and being a girl who owns an angelic soothing voice.

I know it's quite childish and cheesy if I say that almost everything about her was near perfection to me. That was how much I love her. But really, that's just how I viewed her. Because whatever she did, even in full simplicity. She had made it wonderfully done and never failed to make me feel unexplainable excitement.

Sierra McCarthy hit me so hard. She has made me experience things that I have never thought existed, even the cliche butterflies in the stomach that every person says that they feel when they are in love with someone. Sierra also made me feel that. It's too cheesy and childish, I know, but it's true.

Everything was completely normal and fine between us. There are no days that I have never fallen deeply in love with her. We were happy in our simple relationship. Though sometimes, I admit, we had stupid fights; it happens especially in our adolescent love. 

When that night came, I never knew that it'd change everything in us. Forever.

Monday, October 10, 2016, I waited for her to finish her practice at the theater club.

I was walking her home to their house at eight in the evening when suddenly a masked person appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Sierra hastily away from me. There were no other people around because we were living in Camden Town—a small, and almost isolated rural town with only a 400 population, and in that place, eight in the evening is already late.

Everyone knows each other and if you don't know them by name, I'm sure you'll familiarize their faces. It was a safe town. Even when it's a remote area, nothing bad happens in daylight and at night. We were so secure that nothing would happen to us if we walked alone.

I haven't had the chance to see the face of that man who attacked us. He pushed her inside his car without wasting a second. At that moment, I didn't hesitate to take action. Before he could even close the door of his car, I was already inside.

He was so mad at us based on when I heard his deep, infuriating voice. Everything happened fast, and the next thing we knew was we were already in the wooden area of the town. Near the Camden chapel—in our secret place.

He said that he'd never let me go because I saw everything and that he'd kill me so my mouth will be silent forever. From that time, I was so scared for my life, but still protected Sierra.

She only wanted Sierra, and he didn't have any reason to keep me, so I had to protect and hold her even more. But as bad as it seems, I've never learned his reasons or motives to do those things.

I tried to fight him back, to stop him from taking Sierra completely away from me. But the unfortunate truth hit me faster than I ever thought—that I was just a seventeen-year-old boy. I couldn't defend ourselves from a tall man who had a big and muscular body. He was thrice stronger than me, no matter how hard I tried to protect her, in the end I still lost her.

I got stabbed three times and lost my senses. When I woke up, everything was white. He must've panicked and forgot to dispose of my body if he ever thought I was dead. When a local saw me, I immediately brought to the hospital. But not with Sierra. There were no signs of Sierra. She didn't come with me.

When I got myself back after many days of being unable to speak because of fear. The first thing I did was to ask them about the whereabouts of Sierra. Because I saw her escaping her murderer—Although a petty part of me was unsure because I was slowly losing my senses when I saw her run away from that unknown man. But I still stood on what I believe.

Part of me thought maybe it was all just my imagination. But my heart's still willing to hold into that, if that's the only thing that would keep Sierra alive in me.

The police asked me loads of questions and I answered them with details, but nothing seemed to be enough to find her attacker, and of course, Sierra. She was missing for how many days and anxiousness was eating me whole.

On October 13, 2016, Sierra's dismembered body in garbage bags floated on the Pineview lake park, the famous spot in Camden town.

After hearing that news, I was in a state of shock and disbelief and couldn't stop myself from being hysterical. I never wanted to believe the news. Maybe they were just mistaken about the identity of the body. She didn't die; she was never dead. I told my family, my friends, and even the police multiple times that Sierra was still alive, that they were all wrong, and that I will only believe them if they let me see her body with my own two eyes.

But they prevented me from seeing her. They told me that her body was horrifying to look at and my father said that the current state of my emotions will only get worse if I saw her body that way.

Even at her funeral, they left her casket unopened for the whole ceremony. All I did was cry and hope that Sierra would appear at her funeral and prove to everyone that she's still alive—that they should've done more than just to conduct a fake funeral.

But nothing happened. Sierra never appeared.

After some years of waiting for her, I was slowly accepting that maybe they were all right, that Sierra was actually dead and long gone. That her fucking murderer got away with his murder. And her body will lie on her grave forever without having the justice she deserved. 

So I tried to focus on finding that bastard after they left her murder case unsolved. They all failed an innocent person. And luck is still not in my way and I was losing my hope of ever finding her again.

Five years later, as impossible as it seems—I saw her again... 

And this time, I am certain that my mind isn't tricking me or just making illusions anymore. Because everything in my surroundings was real. And she was real.

I saw Sierra McCarthy, in the most popular mall in Camden Town. She's walking, or shall I say, looking for something or someone?

Her once ginger hair is now dyed and cut into short brown hair. She was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Completely different from her towny girl style before. But nothing has changed in her face. She was still the old Sierra that I loved. Because when you know a person for a very long time, the traces of every little detail in their physical appearance will forever remain in your heart. So that's the reason I instantly recognized her. And my feelings for her came back in just a second.

But the moment our eyes met was also the time she sprinted away from me.

I panicked. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was I wanted to embrace her and ask her what happened to her. What happened to her on her darkest days that I wasn't with her. I want to apologize for not saving her because until now I still carry the guilt of losing her.

But she shattered my heart into pieces when she ran away from me. It was a horrible feeling. It was more painful than when I found out that she's dead.

She ran away from me and left me with another question that no one can answer but her.

And now that you know the real take of my story with Sierra, I have another favor to ask from you. I hope you can help me find her. Any detail will be a significant amount to help me find her.

Sierra McCarthy, if you’re listening right now. I want you to know that I am still the same seventeen-year-old boy who promised his love for you. Nothing has changed. I will still look at you the same way as I did the first time I met you. 

So please, remember the promise we made in our secret place. And if you do, please come back to me… Because I will never stop until I found you..

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