juniper was a dreamer - but never a believer. she had dreams, but never believed they would come true.
just like she never believed in the supernatural. if something in the world didn't have a logical explanation, then she didn't believe in it.
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chapter twenty one | we have no bodies! ——————————————————————— LA, 1998
"What do you think you're doing!" Ian Goldstein yelled as he looked towards his daughter, his daughter who looked oh so much like his late love.
Juniper panicked, tossing the photograph to the corner, looking up at her dad in fright. "Nothing, dad, I promise. I just found this photo as I was cleaning but I was about to put it right back where I found it, I swear. I just miss her."
Ian looked at his daughter, the alcohol making his temper rise, and then moved his eyes to the photo of his wife. They looked so alike.
His eyes burned with a new found fury, and Juniper found herself flinching away - she had never seen him like this before.
"If you miss her so much, why don't you join her!" Ian yelled, tossing his beer can aside and moving to the kitchen, grabbing a lighter from one of the draws.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Juniper yelled in fright, seeing the lighter in her father's trembling hands. "Dad, stop!"
Ian, seeing nothing but red, walked over to the curtains and set them alight, watching with a sadistic smile as the fire grew, flames dancing out of control. He then pulled out a box of matches and lit as many as he could fit into his hands, and threw them on the floor. The flames found the abandoned beer, and fire lit up the room. He took one last look at his daughter, and ran out of the house, not looking back.
Juniper screamed, fear running through her veins, cooling her down as the fire burned around her.
"Dad, please!" She yelled to an empty house, praying that her father could hear her. She was running at this point, running out of the livingroom, her skin stained with ash and smoke in her lungs. She managed to make it upstairs and into the spare room that her mother had turned into a music room. She closed the door behind her, her breathing short and painful.
"Dad!" She screamed with all that she had left, but it was no use. Her head went fuzzy, and she found herself wanting to lie down, wanting to close her eyes - just for a second.
She heard movement, footsteps running up the stairs.
Her dad must have come back for her, she'll be okay.
She closed her eyes, a small smile of relief at the fact that she was going to be okay, she was going to survive.
"No! Juniper, please! Open your eyes, sweetheart!"
She opened her eyes. Why was she standing up? Why was her dad so upset?
"Dad, I'm okay." She cried, reaching out for her father, "I'm-"
