Jenna;The Daughter

Chapter Eight

Christine's POV

"She'll be waking up soon," A male's voice spoke loudly. "The other one isn't as entertaining as the blonde." I could hear perfectly, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of whatever they wanted when I woke up.

"She better wake soon, I want her to see what I'm capable of!" Katrina's voice sprang out.

I tried to move, but I was stuck. I felt something tugging me into the back to the cold wall every time I tried to move. The realization of the feeling made me open my eyes quickly, something I didn't exactly wanted to do. I saw my surroundings, Sam was taped up against a chair in the middle of the room and crowded around her was Katrina and two men. Katrina was holding one of the men's hand, smiling at me with a toothy grin. She looked at me as if she knew every secret I had, even down to the core of my being.

"You're awake!" Katrina grinned even bigger.

"And I'm attached to a wall..." I snarled.

"Because you attacked me!" She dropped his hand and walked forwards me. "You're beautiful just like her, don't you know that?" Katrina caressed my face with her finger. "Your mom never did tell you what she did to me, did she?"

"No?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're asshole of a father left me for her, cheated on me with her! She ruined my life! She practically forced me to give up my own son for adoption. My flesh and blood was torn from my arms ten minutes after being born!" Katrina got all up into my face. "He was born only four months before you. But you weren't taken away. She got to keep you! She always gets what she wants. But not anymore."

"What are you going to do with my sister and I?" I mumbled.

"You, I have big plans for you! But her, she's nothing to me. I just need you, so I guess she won't be needed here anymore!" Katrina stopped caressing my face and I saw my sister. She was wide away with her eyes opened fully. Her hair was a brown bush, hasn't been combed in a few days. How long had I been out? She looked at me with her eyes dead and disappointed. Something horrible was going to happen, I could see it in her eyes. She didn't speak, she just looked at me with her eyes killing me like daggers driving through my skin. Samantha suddenly hated me, for something clearly out of my control. My sister that I spent nearly every day with, hated me for one mistake.

Katrina walked over to Samantha and ran her finger up Sam's exposed arm. Sam stared at me the entire time, didn't even watch as Katrina smirked and chuckled. "You two resemble your mother so much, and I hate it! Have you ever accidentally stabbed yourself while cooking, Samantha?" Katrina asked her softly.

"Yes, many of times!" Samantha said under her breath.

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't hurt as much as this," Katrina told her.

Suddenly, Katrina was behind the chair holding a knife as long as her forehead. The blade was reflecting the light of the room, I didn't even notice we were in an enclosed room with no windows, just white walls and a concrete floor. Katrina lunged forward and stabbed the knife right into Samantha's stomach. I screamed, not even Sam's screams weren't as loud. Every thing was in slow motion. Katrina twisted the knife and blood just poured from Sam's wound. There wasn't even a sound in the room, my voice was suddenly hidden and all I could hear was my sister.

"Not everyone is as strong as you!" Sam gargled her own blood.

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"Mommy, I don't want to!" Sam cried into my mother's chest. Accidentally she had cut herself with the kitchen's knife, and was brought to the hospital to get stitches. She was only six, and deadly afraid of needles. Sam was screaming and I just sat and stared at her.

"You have to honey," Mom told her.

"But---" Sam sobbed.

"Sam, if you don't face your fears you won't succeed in anything. You have to do this!" I told her. Sam stared at me from the other side of the room.

"Not everyone is as strong as you, Christine!" Sam snarled at me, she was a sassy child when she was upset. But I still loved her.

"But you could, if you faced your fears!" I said.

"But fears are scary!"

"Fears are scary because if they're not, then they're not fears, they're just things. Fears are meant to be faced, not to be every day things. Now shut up and get the needle!" I screamed at her.

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Sam didn't move, her head was tilted down with her eyes closed shut and her blood ran down her leg and onto the floor, creating a puddle at her feet. Every drop stabbed me in the heart. I couldn't let myself look away, I did this to her. I killed my little sister. Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't I be the one murdered.

"Don't worry, she's in a better place now darling!" Katrina laid a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not your darling," I muttered.

"You are what I say you are!" Katrina barked at me.

"What do you want from me?" I sobbed, I was actually crying a bit.

"Something your mother took away from me, a teenage pregnancy baby. You're my daughter now, not hers! You're mine!" Katrina told me.

I looked up at her in disgust. "I look nothing like you!" I tried to tear myself off the wall, hold my sister one more time. "Let me hold her, please!"

"Fine, since it'll be the last time you'll ever see any of your family ever again!" She took the knife, that was still drenched in my sister's flowing blood, and cut me off the wall. With tape still around my wrists, I ran to my sisters body and hurried to untape her.

Sam fell into my arms and I could feel her weight shift, there was nothing controlling it anymore. She just fell, and landed where ever. I could feel the blood gush and her skin getting colder by each second. Every memory of Sam ran through my mind, the time she stole my makeup and fed it to the neighbor's dog. The memory where we all were taught how to fish by our father. But there wasn't going to be any more memories, no more smiles to be smiled of her beautiful face. Her heart didn't beat anymore, it just stood still and got colder as the heat evaporated from her. This wasn't my little sister anymore, it was a lifeless body that use to contain the soul of a bubbly little girl. Samantha would never be able to kiss a boy, or anyone for that matter. Katrina stole her life from her without a second thought. I just laid Sam's body of my lap and pet the side of her face, rubbing her own blood onto her soft, chilly skin. Her hair was in the way, so I brushed it off.

My tears mixed in with the blood flowing from her stomach. Well, flowed since her heart wasn't beating anymore to flow her precious blood out of her veins. I couldn't go on knowing I let my sister be murdered, but I was being forced to. I wanted to stab myself in the stomach, just to feel Sam's last moments. I just wanted to replace her.

"That's enough, take her away George, I don't want to see this brat's face ever again unless its in the newspaper!" Katrina demanded and a man, the one holding her hand earlier, walked over and tried to pull Sam away from me.

I hatched onto Sam's body, digging my fingernails deep into my skin, I growled at him. I was protecting a dead body like a mama bear protected her cub. He began to pull harder, but I did something I didn't believe I'd ever do. I copied my mother and bit his hand, sending him jumping backwards. My bite drew blood, and suddenly I could feel his metallic taste fill my mouth. There isn't anything in the world to make my protection go away, not a chance.

Katrina grabbed onto my long, blonde hair and pulled back. My reflexes got the best of me and my hands zoomed up and tried to push her away. George saw his chance and tore Sam off my lap. I squealed and dug my nails into Katrina's hand. She didn't even move a muscle.

"You're too much like you're mother, I'm sure she'd be happy to know that!" She came into my view and spat in my face. I shook my face trying to get rid of her salvia.

"As the saying goes, like mother like daughter!" I told her.

She let go of my hair and kneeled down beside me. "I assure you, that isn't the way to go when you're mother is the biggest idiot there ever was."