Second Life (Book Two in the Awakening trilogy)

10: The Happening

ELIZABETH

"Elizabeth?"

"The one and only." My head cocks to the side. "Sort of."

"Look at you- you've gotten so big."

"Well 10 years of growing and puberty sort of do that to a person." I deadpan.

"Oh, and you're so beautiful."

"Well- can't exactly argue with that."

"Are you angry with me?"

"Essentially." I shrug.

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because you just up and left, or maybe it's because I'm the one who's blamed, or maybe it's because I was abused no thanks to you. Oh wait. I know. All of the Above!"

"I had no idea Lizzy."

"Don't use that name!"

"I had no choice about death Elizabeth."

"That's what they all say, Bianca."

"If you were only going to bitch, why'd you come?" Finally she gets I didn't come to play the game of reunion.

"To do what I've always done."

"To run away?" Bitch please!

"Maintain the Balance."

She closes the door and walks toward the kitchen. She knows what I'm capable of. I follow her, my steps matching hers. Turning you back on your opponent isn't the dumbest mistake you can make in a war. Mother turns around and I grip my hand around her throat.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. What a shame. You haven't even been living for 2 months. Oh well. It's destined. Have fun in hell with Father, tell him I said hello why don't you." My grip tightens and her head falls of with a clean cut line at the base of her throat. "Now I'm the orphaned child who's sibling was tragically lost in her arms but not at her own hand."
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My shoes click against the cement as I walk toward the police station. The sound of car engines and children runs through my skull. We as humans will be the end if ourselves, nothing more, nothing less. None the less we will only become what are demons have created. I can't drown my demons, they know how I swim.

My life will end a deathless death. I will not perish, but be left to cherish all that is and was.

Love it, for when it is lost, it will know what love is. Love is a powerful thing, without it, we are merely animals. Love can make you weak, but we are never stronger with it. We are nit taught what love is, but simply experience it. We miss what we overlook the most, even when it was in front of us the whole time.

"Hey, you need a ride?" A voice asks from behind me. I turn and smile.

"N-no thanks. I prefer walking."

"You sure? Walking in those heels has got to hurt after a while."

"I'm sure, I'll take them off it they get too much."

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around in a place like this."

"Look, this pretty girl can handle herself. So I suggest you drive off and get on your way before I snap you in half."

"Are you sure you don't want a ride?"

I roll my eyes and walk over to his car. I out my arms on the door and lean over much like a prostitute does.

"I'm sure, ask again if you want to be throatless."

"Just making sure, sweetheart."

I push off the car and walk off. Tears threatening my eyes. My shoes clicking fast as I walk off with my arms folded over my chest. Nobody notices me. I turn and walk past a group of homeless people sharing a piece of bread. I walk over and give them each twenty bucks, smile and walk off. They all said thanks with smiles. I cut another corner and stop.