Crazy Eights

Chapter 7

        "I remember that song." Christina said, suprising me. "Sorry I didn't mean to make you jump" She said, smiling and putting her long golden hair up into a pony tail. "It's fine, I just didn't know I was singing aloud." I replied, smiling at her.

        "You have a beautiful voice." She said, placing the brush back on the dresser. " For some reason I know that song, but I couldn't ever remember the lyrics" She said, and I nodded knowing exactly what she meant.

        "My father taught it to me when I was a little girl, 2 months before he died. I was 9" I said, looking down at my small hands. "Really? I'm so sorry Joyce" She replied in a sorrowful tone. "It's fine" I said, brushing it off and changing the subject.

        "You know that picture we found at that shack? Do you really think that could be us?" I asked, looking over at her. She sighed, and sat on the bed next to me.

        "I don't know" She half whispered, looking down at her hands. "I think it is, I just wish I knew why I can't remember anything from my childhood, and why you all feel so familiar to me." She said. We didn't say any more, what was there to be said? We had all these questions but no awnsers.

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        I woke up, the window blowing in through the window. "shut up wind" I mumbled, climbing out of bed, making sure not to wake Carrie up, and shut the window.

        "Joyce, this is your fault! You didn't protect me." I heard a soft female voice, the same one from earlier. That's when it hit me, memories started flooding back and slapping me in the face.
 None of them made sense though. A few were like:

-Dead children hanging on the walls

-A diary

-Secret meetings

-Children

-Murders

But none of it made sense. "unless we're murderers" I thought to myself, the thought seeming to fit,