I tried my best not to show the fear when I can out from my bedroom. I'm coated in sweat and my wall suffered for the dream, leaving me with a sore fist. Cass had genuinely scared me. But maybe that's exactly what I needed-her outrageous humor. I never did like to cry in front of her. She always seemed defenseless, like it was the one thing she didn't know how to fix. She knew how to fix it this time- cinnamon sticks and Alle, our barn cat. We wrap ourselves up in blankets on the couch, shoving delicious sugary awesomeness into our faces. Alle had come, open a can of tuna and she comes running. I stroke her bright ginger fur. She's cuddled against my chest with her head peering out of the blankets. Fae-a female like Alle with a sleek black pelt had also joined us. Well, joined Cass. The moon is full and bright. We stare at it through the big front window. Clouds dotting the charcoal coloured backdrop. Pinpricked stars surrounding the moon. I let myself doze off. Maybe, just maybe I'll forgive the horses for what they did to my father. What they did to Cass. My twin sister has enough negativity, I want to show her support. She has a gift. I was fine when she would gallop on that quarter or Clay's pinto. She'll never be fufilled by them, she needs the flame of those horses. She's a brave girl.
I'm glad she looks like dad. She has his eyes and hair, and mom's petite complexion. Its like on her face their still together. A single tear rolls down her cheek. So abrupt it nearly missed it. Her eyes are closed but her body is tense against mine. I know she worries. She has to much stress in her life for a 17 year old girl. I just wish I could take some of it. I'm glad schools only run to grade 10. She got out a year early, she doesn't tell people how smart she truly is though, most of us barely passed. Mom still feels guilty, Cass could've gone to the mainland and gotten a real job. One that pays a lot.
I still have the feeling that she's going to rebel. Mom keeps her on to short of a leash. Dad used to call her his Pyro, which means flame. He was right. She's brighter then anyone else on the island, accept for dad. He used to be a proffessor on the mainland. I try to help, shes responsible but doesn't realize that when it comes to tequila she becomes a light weight. After two shots she's completely drunk. What mom doesn't know is that she goes so Clay won't drink and drive or do something stupid. Shes to responsible. But that's not always a bad thing.
My mind is worn and my body pleas for sleep-which I eagerily give into.
Red.
Everything was so red.
The horse was the biggest thing I had every seen. Fire ignited and he reared up at dad. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him to run. Cass presses closer to me. She shakes with noticeable fear.
I know what's coming.
The horse-with every stomp-gets closer to my father. I know he will die. I slowly bring my hand up to Cass's face. She doesn't need to see this. She's so innocent-but I'm already gone. She knows what happened. She heard the crunch.
The horse knew where we were. It came up to us-the same crazed look in its eyes. It would kill us too. Its eyes become fixed on Cass. I want to run at it and push it away. But we would both die. Its whole body is in line with my sister. It dips his head and shakes with fear.
Then Cass stops trembling.
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The Fire Horse (On Hold)
Fantasy"Its okay to be scared. Being scared means your about to do something really, really brave" He cups his hands around my face. His palms warm and damp from the heat of the day. The recognized voice of his team echoes off the alley's brick sides, in a...
