The Weave

The Weave of Sacrifice

"Hey um wake up please, your friend's worried." I heard a little girls voice say. It was Kaitlyn. She was talking to me and telling me to get up. She sounded so sweet and innocent but then I watched her slowly become Laquandra again. She was yelling at me "save me same me!" Then her voice changed into Laquandra's. "Don't move, stay here with me. I'm fine and your fine. I know I'm not myself, but are you really you?" *smack* I shot up and felt a striking pain on my face. I screamed, "YOU JUST SLAPPED ME!" "I had to wake you up are you ok Shaniqua?" She was worried just as Kaitlyn said. "I'm fine" not really though. I felt sore. I checked for the weave, still gone.

  Later I had eaten some food and I started to feel like myself. Food always helps. "We need to find her, she couldn't have gone far from where she was." I stated. "This is insane we need to stop." Yequisha was still worried. "No that weave has power and that power belongs to me." I heard a knock on the door. Yequisha whispers, "that's never good." As I walk over to answer it. I looked through the peep hole. I saw an old man. I opened the door and he looked at me then at Yequisha. "Who's this?" I asked. "I found him, I invited him over, he needs to explain the full prophecy. He's the previous owner of the Weave." Explained Yequisha.  He looked odd, as if he was once living luxuriously and now he lives on the streets. He wore an old suit and had a comb-over. He came in and sat down. The red couch of course. It was a corner couch so it filled in the whole corner, just a plain red leather couch. It sat across from the kitchen and the kitchen was right next to the door. Yequisha was in the kitchen making some snacks and I was sitting on the couch as the man started to explain the prophecy. He says it is meant to be said by the chosen one. "The youngest of two proves that the only real me is you. The youngest of two needs to over take the truth. The youngest of two is I, because I am two." It didn't make sense. He looked at me after I said it. "It's not me." I said. Yequisha dropped the plate as she was walking. "B-but it has to be! I mean me and you is two right?" I looked at her "yeah but I'm not you. It makes no sense." The man looked at me. "You know something we don't." I didn't realize what he was talking about then it hit me again. "Kaitlyn" I whispered. "Laquandra is the chosen one!" I yelled. "Kaitlyn is the youngest of two, so Laquandra needs to submit to Kaitlyn and use the power of the weave to change her back to herself!" Chase looked at me cluelessly, as did the old man. "Who's Kaitlyn?" She asked  "kaitlyn is the unbroken Laquandra."

  We had parked in the ally way. On the way there I had explained everything about Kaitlyn and the mirror and my dream. I'm not really me. I'm not the chosen one. I'm the one who saves Kaitlyn. We hopped out of the truck and started searching around. I checked the abandoned grey room and there She was. Laquandra just stood there. Looking at herself or maybe looking at Kaitlyn. She had the weave twisted into her matted hair, dried bloody knuckles and a twisted look in her eye. "Why won't you accept me." she mumbled. She turned around to me "What did you do to it why doesn't it like me anymore?!" She looked crazed. She looked towards the door and gestured for it to close. The door did as commanded. "At least it can accept me enough to close a stupid door." Laquandra whispered. She stared at me for a second I saw kaitlyn's soft brown eyes, but they quickly turned back to Laquandra's harsh brown bloodshot eyes. "Laquandra this isn't you" I said trying to get her attention. "I know I'm not me, isn't it great?!" She was a girl obsessed over such a simply complex object, a Weave. "How would Kaitlyn feel about this?" I asked. She paused for a moment. "Kaitlyn knows nothing, she was only 5. She was a stupid girl. She lost things... Important things," She looked at the weave in the mirror again,"but I won't." "Why did you break Kaitlyn?" I asked. Laquandra glared at me. "She didn't deserve to be so perfect." She scoffed. "Why did you break that mirror?" I couldn't help but keep asking questions. "All this mirror showed me was Kaitlyn, but when I broke the mirror, Kaitlyn broke along with it. Now this mirror shows me Laquandra." She turned around and looked at me. "Everyone breaks. Even you and even your little friend outside." She said as if it was a fact. "Don't you dare say that, you don't know me and you don't know her!" I wanted to scream but something stopped me,  probably the weave. "Well you don't know me either! You don't even know Kaitlyn! She lost the only thing I had left so you have no right to judge who I choose to be!" Her voice even sounded broken. "Well then change Kaitlyn instead of just breaking her..." I said sheepishly. I thought she would throw me across the room into broken glass, but she didn't. "Nobody changes," Laquandra said, "trust me, my parents didn't change, my older siblings didn't change, so why would Kaitlyn be any different?" I decided to finally tell her, "because Kaitlyn's the chosen one, she can use the weave, the weave accepts her completely, it only accepts you partially because you are partially her." She turned to her mirror again. "If you want that weave's powers so badly then you better go back to your old ways." She took off the weave . "Kaitlyn's dead," she started to cry, "Kaitlyn didn't deserve to die though, laquandra does. She pulled a gun out from behind the mirror and put it to her head. She kept crying and crying. I jumped for her but it was too late. I witnessed the life drain from her eyes. I Looked at her, then the weave, then the door. I decided to put the weave in my pocket and go tell Yequisha what happened.

  We drove home in silence with Laquandra in the back again, only this time, she's dead. We cleaned her up and I realized how much she looked like Kaitlyn. She really does look like herself. Later in the night it began to rain, we decided to bury her then so we would less likely be seen. She had a proper burial. We even got her a proper gravestone. "May Kaitlyn rest in peace." I said as I put a flower on her grave. Yequisha patted my shoulder and we walked back to the truck. We drove home with only the noise of the rain between us.