A/n: This story will be written by two different authors, Wren and Leda. Leda is a author for Skye and Wren is the author for Casper. We will put our names at the beginning of the chapters to indicate who is writing... so yes. Enjoy :)
Author: Leda.
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~Pov~Skye
I entered the old church's doors to see Daniel sitting on the one remaing bench smoking whatever new drug he was into. Casper was minutes behind me because her teacher decided to be a bitch and talk to her about her grade dropping. I slipped behind him, hopefully dodging him to get to the other room, which Casper and I stayed in, but failed.
"Girl!" He shouted, his voice like gravel. I stood in my tracks as he stared at me, letting out a puff of smoke. "Where is the other one?" He said, his eye slits staring at me. I didn't reply. Because I can't reply. I've never spoken. "ANSWER ME!" He screamed, shoving me by my shoulders against the wall. "SPEAK." He demanded and I weakly nodded over to the closed door. "If you won't tell me, I guess I will have to have you write down where she is," he grabbed the joint that was lit and grabbed my arm.
He singed "where is she?" Into my arm with a sick grin on his face. "Your turn" he smirked, handing it to me. I burned "school" below his question. Feeling my flesh curl from the flame. " get out of my sight" he said, releasing me, stumbling back to his bench. I ran into the other room and threw my bag on the dirty sheets Casper and I were forced to use as a make-shift bed.
I ran my hand through my black and navy hair and fiddled with my shoe-laces. I soon heard the door slowly open and I looked up to see a apologetic Casper. She put her stuff by mine and sat down. "What did that sick-fuck do this time?" She questioned. I lifted up my arm as she carefully observed my burns, trying to avoid touching me with her bare hands. You see, if her open skin comes in contact with anything or anyone else, it will kill them.
"I wish you could speak" she said with a sigh. I nodded. I'm cursed with silence. I've never heard my voice and never will. I can't scream or shout for help. I can't do or say anything. Sitting back on the wall, I grabbed my notebook and drew a tombstone to tell Casper that we should visit the cemetary today. She nodded and we got up again and climbed out the window into the normal over-cast day.
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Author: Wren
We climbed down the rusty old drain pipe, careful not to loose our balance. It started sprinkling, which made the pipe slipery. "Well shoot." I muttered under my breath as I slipped further and further down. I landed on my back on the hard floor "Ow...shit." I sit up and rub my back "You okay Skye?" I whisper yell up to my sister. She nods, still clinging to the pipes. I hold my arms out, in order to catch her. I have to sometimes. Especially after Daniel.
Daniel had adopted us when we were four. And aver the years his drug problems have gotten worse. So has the abuse. He tries to hurt Skye in order to hurt me. I think he knows that I would do anything to kill him. And honestly it wouldnt take much. I look up at Skye who has barely moved an inch in five minutes. "Okay, Skye, just drop, I've gotcha." Skye looks at the wall and takes a deep breath, she lets go, before she has any second thoughts and drops down, down, down. And into my sweatshirt wearing, glove brandishing arms. She half heartedly smiles up at me, as if to say thanks I nod and pat her on the shoulder. It depresses me that I can't hug my own sister.
I have only killed a few things in my lifetime, my first cat, a kid in the orpanage, and well, apparently, my mother and father. I slip my hands into my pockets and Skye starts to lag behind. I tun around and whistle at her so she stops what ever she was doing, which happened to be helping a little mouse cross the street with us. "Skye..." I whine as she puts the little creature back down next to the sewer entrance. She jogs up and links her arm in mine.
I look up at the metalic gate with a sign that says were we are... The cemetary. I sigh and walk down past the plots, jsut the same as we always do, until finally, we reach the plot we always go to. I kneel down and pick up the dead flowers, and Skye replaces them with new ones. I smile at where our parents are. Skye looks over at me and breathes loudly, as if she was trying to sigh. I nod in return, we stand up and turn to go back to the hell hole we live in. Tears go down Skyes face and I cant help but cry along with her. Life needed to get better and soon.
