Chapter 2: When the person who took you in leaves what’s next?

Chapter 2: When the person who took you in leaves what’s next?
Annabelle
I killed her. I killed my sister, I watched through the haze as I did so. The haze had gotten stronger over the years like something was awakening inside me, something that had been growing stronger and stronger every day! It was awake now and I would do its bidding, I was the slave. I could hear Felix crying out, I kept running through the forest. In one moment I was alone in the dark forest, the next there was a bright light and Felix’s face inches from mine.

“You killed her.” It was a statement; a fact.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I angrily wiped them away. Felix grabbed my shirt collar and slammed me against the wall. He cussed under his breath as his finger got smashed when my back hit. From the corner of my right eye I saw Rory’s horrified expression as he stopped halfway down the stairs.

“No!” Rory shouted stumbling down the rest of the stairs. Felix probably didn’t hear him because Rory body slammed him and knocked him to the ground. “Go.” I charged up the stairs and to my room, I slammed and locked the door. I was going to miss my baby blue room, with black lacy curtains, and oak bed with navy blue covers. I grabbed my black velvet cloak shoved my arms through it and hopped out my open window. The trees blurred past me as I fell, the ground came closer and closer and I braced myself and landed on the balls of my feet. I dashed off into the forest feeling horrible for what I was about to do; our neighbors lucky for us had horses, Mustangs really.

The nearest horse was a midnight black I would have missed him if I hadn’t ran into him. I fell down but hopped back up and got on the horse, I grabbed his mane and ushered him forward. As he galloped I had time to think, I was naturally good with animals so I could influence them to do what I wanted. Vivian was the closest thing I had to a sister, but she was gone. I had killed her, it wasn’t like we hadn’t discussed our deaths to each other, we had. Always I was the one to murder her, it wasn’t like I hadn’t known, I had but I chose not to believe. Felix and Vivian were supposed to be happy, get married… but now what?

My uneasiness was plain and visible on my face; the horse whinnied and slowed to an even trot. “Come on.” I urged my voice was pleading. He started to gallop again; the only sound was the soft squishing of the hooves on the red dirt.

Why hadn’t Vivian left when she knew what was going to happen?! Why hadn’t I left? I knew why and if I was being honest with myself, but I didn’t think I was ready to, then I would have understood why I didn’t leave. I hated to make my sister angry, or upset with me by leaving she have been very upset. I felt the tears beginning to brim but I stubbornly blinked them away, I wasn’t about to start crying again.

The horse stopped at my old house, a small log cabin, de java vu struck me like a bad chord on an old guitar. The grass should have hidden the cabin but it was well kept and looked freshly done, everything was how I left it. Inside would be my oak table, black leather sofa and my favorite red velvet chair, the hearth completely made out of bright gray cobblestones and a blazing fire.

My room had oak dressers and held a desk for my laptop, black leather chair and an old quilt that covered my bed.

“Go home.” I whispered placing my hand on the horse’s head. He bobbed his head and started off back towards his home. The door was unlocked; I let myself in and locked the door behind me, the fire in the hearth burned on as it always had. ‘Go home.’ The words echoed in my mind, he had a home and I no longer did. My thoughts were startled by a loud crash that came from the kitchen, I debated on whether I should run or go see.

My curiosity got the better of me, and so I crept closer keeping close to the wall. I peeked my head around the corner and saw the refrigerator wide open, and the oven open. I heard a low rustle and saw the pantry open, a bag of Fritos lay open, chips scattered on the floor, the trashcan was on the floor and a tail was poking out and wagging. I gasped and pulled back, I had a wolf in the house!

The rustling stopped and I heard nails scratching against the floor. “Woof.” I turned to see the wolf…. Well he wasn’t a wolf he was a Husky! “Woof!” He wagged his tail and sat down, he began to whimper when I didn’t pet him.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked. He cocked his head to the side, his tongue lolled out and he barked again. He jumped up so that his front paws met my chest, I saw his tag his name was Scar and he belonged to me? How odd I easily forgot things but I was sure I’d remember if I had a dog…. Well at least I thought but apparently I had forgotten.

There was a note stuck in Scar’s collar and I pulled it out. It was addressed to me… in Vivian’s handwriting! I was shaking and my heart was pounding against my ribs, I opened it and read it. Sure enough it was Vivian who wrote this.

Dear Annabelle,
If you’re reading this I’m probably dead. Chances are you’ve killed me. We’ve talked about it so much… guess you’re beating yourself up for it huh? Please don’t, we knew this would happen. It’s what you were born to do, so I understand. Anyway Scar is my gift to you, I love you sister… be good to Scar, he was always good to me. Don’t forget to feed him I know how you are.

I folded the letter up, tears brimmed my eyes I couldn’t see where to go. I fell to my knees and cried, somewhere in the distance I could hear the rain falling.