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(Above - Tomas) Chapter Six

This chapter is dedicated to Sam, my bestie!

Mollie...
14 years ago...
Mollie watched 12 month old Ethan tottering across the living room floor. She watched him laughing every time he stumbled and his light green eyes flashing every time he smiled. His red hair curled over his forehead, making him unbearably adorable. Mollie grinned when he fell, then helped him up. He grinned and slapped her legs, wanting to be picked up. She pulled him from the ground and into her arms, and he laughed in delight. When she stood up, the sidewalk outside the window came into view. There was a woman with a double stroller walking down the street, and she had twins. Identical twins; two boys. Mollie looked down at Ethan, and tears welled in her eyes. He raised his tiny hand to her cheek and felt across her face as babies do for some reason. He could have had a sister. She wondered where Sadie was right then. She looked up the stairs and saw Gabriel, (The prince she married,) standing at the top. She carried Ethan to the top of the staircase and handed him off to Gabriel. "Can you put him down for a nap please, sweetie?" She asked him. "Yep," he replied carrying Ethan back to his sea blue bedroom.

Mollie walked slowly down the stairs, thinking about how she grew up in Märchen (German for fairy tale.), and how she escaped from it. She pictured the little blue bottle that brought them all to Earth. How they were told to drink from it and the hard time that little Ethan gave her. She remembered him having a fit even though he didn't even know what he was drinking it for. She thought of how she left because Märchen broke out in the great war between Angels and Demons. How she and Gabriel had to get Ethan out before it became unsafe for them all. She thought of how so many people fled, and how much she hoped Sadie was okay. Mollie was relieved that it had been three whole months since they fled, and nothing bad had happened. Gabriel pounded back down the stairs and caught her from behind, tickling her playfully. She bent over, laughing. She liked it on Earth.

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Ethan...
Present Day...
I turned around angrily and walked back into our apartment and straight into my bedroom. I curled up on my side facing the wall, and I fell asleep thinking about Sadie.
My dreams were of petite little Sadie, with her red hair and soft curls, standing in the middle of a dark slushy road, meeting her fate as a car ran her over. Her hands were up to protect her face and her feet dug far into the fresh snow on the road, mixing in pieces of asphalt. She was screaming a high pitched, on-going scream that was only silenced when the car hit her full on. She ended up on the ground, her hair covering her face in fiery, flaming red curls. The car stopped, and her father got out of the passenger seat. He walked over to his dead daughter and stood over her, a regretful look on his face. A grotesque, horrible looking thing got out of the driver's seat and stood next to her father. "It was for her own good, Rumple. Mollie would have done the same thing," he croaked, insensitively. Rumple? I wondered. Mollie? What the heck does Rumple mean? 'Rumple' nodded, not as sad as he should be for running his daughter down with a car. I was extremely frightened by this grotesque goblin-like thing. He hobbled around with a sort of limp, and his hair was greasy, black and long. There was a long, badly healed scar running from above his eyebrow, around his eye, over his nose and stopped right above his lips. It moved with his different expressions and words, and a shiver ran slowly down my spine. The goblin thing got a little blue bottle from his pocket, and took a sip. Then vanished. 'Rumple' reached down to Sadie, and pushed the hair from her face. Her eyes were closed, and one of her hands was draped over her forehead. Her flourescent orange fingernails glowed in the dark night. One of her legs was turned outward at a weird angle, probably broken severely. I turned around and looked through a store window at a clock on the wall. 5:00a.m. Rumple got back in the car, backed up, and drove away. I stood there, dumbfounded. For her own good? How is that for her own good? She's dead. I went over to her and knelt beside her, taking her hand. She opened her eyes slightly, and closed them. "Ethan..." She sighed. She didn't die right away! That man... Leaving her to die slowly on the street, alone. I thought as I squeezed her hand. It was as cold as ice. "Oh my God," I muttered. "I'm calling the ambulance," I said to her as I got out my phone. "No," she choked. I got up and circled around her, seeing a pool of blood by her side. "Ooooh," she groaned, tensing up and letting tears fall from her green eyes. I knelt down again and pressed my hands to the wound. "Ethan, stop," she said, moving her arm slightly and touching my wrist. She took a long, deep breath, then let it out in one final attempt to survive. I took my hands away from her side and checked her pulse. Nothing. Tears dribbled down my cheeks as I kissed her forehead, then called an ambulance with my blood soaked fingers. "Hello? I just witnessed my twin sister get run over my a car. She'd dead I think." I glanced over at her and her eyes were closed peacefully. "What? Oh, yeah, I think her leg is broken and she's got a severe gash on her side. We're on," I didn't know what road. I looked at one of the shops we were near. "I don't know the road name. We're in front of Jimmy's Ice Cream Place. Yes. Ethan Young, and Sadie," I paused. "Young." I finished. "Thank you."

Then I woke up. I was gripping the sides of my bed so hard, that my knuckles were white and my wrists hurt. There were tears on my cheeks and my whole body was tense. The name 'Rumple' kept running through my head. And Mollie. I looked at the clock. 2:00p.m. I'd slept a long time. I decided that I would spend the rest of the day reading and grieving, and trying to figure out that dream.

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It was 12:00 and I was watching infomercials mindlessly. I couldn't bring myself to watch The Simpsons, it was too painful. Too many memories. Everything I looked at reminded me of her. The clock I looked at when she came to tell me about the prank. The couch, where we sat and watched The Simpsons and talked deep into the night. Mom's pajama's that she wore then left nicely folded in front of her bedroom door before she left. Her sweatshirt I took from Mr. Bishop. Even the pajama pants I was wearing reminded me of the prank, with it's blue silly string stains still all over them. Everything was infected with the pain of her memory. Every once and a while, mom would come over and sit with me, but I refused to look at her. For some reason, I felt this weird anger at her, and knew she was hiding something from me. Something big. Something that could unlock some of the secrets of Sadie and me being related. And Julie would walk slowly behind the couch, pretending to get something but really just trying to get a good look at my reaction to Sadie's death. It was the worst night I'd ever been through. I was up until 4:00a.m. before I went to bed. I could feel Sadie lingering around me still. It was hard to sleep, and I had the same dream again, except now the goblin thing was mom.

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