Poisoned Letters

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ADAM LOCKE

I knew little of my sister's love life, and so did my parents. She was secretly seeing someone, who's name was a blur to me. Their love was forbidden; she had to focus on school before committing to a relationship. For that reason, she would sneak out late at night to meet up with him.

Something horrible happened about 4 weeks ago...

It was a dark, starless night, the moon was hidden by thick gray clouds. There was a soft breeze the wind blow consistently in the crisp August air.

It had just turned two. Ivy was walking down our long, creaky hallway, carefully, trying not to make any noise. Little did she know, I was still awake, peeking through a crack in my door.

Only had I known what she was up to, I would've stopped her. She knew she was taking a big risk, but love makes you do stupid things.

I didn't follow her, but I did resume my place by the window, which had a clear view of our backyard. The backyard consists of our shed and a long white fence circling a large area, marking a boundary.

I caught a glimpse of her rushing to the backyard. She was meeting someone who stood in the shadows. The person stepped out so he was visible in the dim moonlight. They hugged for quite a while and were in deep conversation.

An hour passed, their quiet conversation grew louder. The guy who came to accompany Ivy, was screaming at her. She kept signaling him to lower his voice, but he ignored her and continued his talk. Their conversation grew more intebse and I can hear their muffled screaming through my window.

Things have reached their pinnacle when the lights in the backyard were turned on by someone in the house.

Our parents.

Our parents stepped outside to examine the problem. They forced their way into the conversation, and the problems began to worsen as all of them were yelling at each other.

The pain is unbelievable; the pain of watching your parents injured and killed. I watched silently behind the safety of my window as Ivy's friend grasped a wooden plank he found near the shed and forcefully used it on my parents. They fell to the ground unconscious. I slid down the wall next my window so I wouldn't be seen.

The next time I looked up, the shed was on fire. The flames grew stronger and began to spread.

Soon after, fire trucks and police cars swarmed around our house. The fire was put out, and I rushed outside. I overheard a conversation; one that I wish I hadn't.

Two people have been injured by this tragedy.

My parents.

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Two weeks have passed by, and I
haven't adjusted to this new lifestyle. She was 15 and I was 18 therefore we could manage for ourselves.

We moved to a small apartment near that sinister boyfriend of hers.

Everyday was bland and painful.

One day, she got our mails and a envelope came addressed to her. It was sealed with a red stamp, and on the other side, her name was written in gold. She opened it and read it, her heart stopped the moment she finished it. She dropped the letter and ran out the door.

I picked it up and read it.
It was the anonymous writer.

The letter he wrote was unbelievable, as if he was there viewing the event himself. As if he was right next to me that night, watching. My reaction was much different from my sisters. I sat on a dilapidated couch that belonged to our parents. All I could manage to do was stare at the wall, and think. Think of the letter and the meaning behind it.
It stated:

"Forbidden love is not a game
Your parents are gone, such a shame
Locked in a shed and burned by a flame
My, my who to blame?
A beloved friend could not be tamed
Now it's your turn to be maimed."

Her friend has done something, and now she would be paying the consequence. Thoughts ran in and out through my head, which played as a passageway. I started to believe the letter; I started to think it was more than a threat because Ivy has not returned ever since she left.

She can't be gone to. She just can't.