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Chapter 3:
Emma:
Confusion floods over me.
Jake is here, accusing me of things I never did. He's saying that I was playing some kind of joke on him.
But the thing is, I didn't do anything...
He looked like he was going to pass out, or like he had just seen a ghost...
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I walked into his bedroom,not thinking much of it, except that I had to confront him on whatever his issue was. I slowly opened the door. His walls were still that peach color. I remember helping him paint them when I was younger.
He was sprawled out on the bed, reading a book that was covered in worn black leather. I could see the title though, written in an old script. The title read, Ancient Marks Throughout History.
I broke the silence.
"What was your deal earlier? I didn't do anything to you," On cue, he looked up from his reading. I made sure I could put as much anger as I could into my words.
"Nothing was wrong. I just needed to know something," He said calmly, and then he looked back down at his book.
"Well, who played a prank on you? Because, it's not something you can just run around blaming people about. Most people would get mad. But i'm your sister, and I am just trying to understand you right now," I looked him in the eyes, and what i saw would shock me most of all.
Fear.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it right now. Okay? I'll tell you when I'm ready," He said in a serious tone.
"Whatever. But listen, if it's important, you really should tell me," I hesitated, waiting for a response. After several moments, he finally spoke.
"It's not important," His voice shook with fear.
"Whatever," I turned around and stormed off. I didn't forget to slam the door on my way out.
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Getting ready for something you don’t like is never easy. I thought, as I pulled out the Teal dress that Rhiannon picked out for me to wear. It was tight fitting and showed what lack of chest that I had.
I sighed.
This is why I don’t like going to parties. I thought again. Another memory pulled at the back of my mind.
I was cowering in fear, looking at my brother’s bleeding body. He was curled in a ball, unconscious. I looked around the woods outside our house frantically, looking for someone to help. I saw a man with a scruffy beard. The man quickly noticed me, he laid down his crossbow and came over to me.
“Aye! What happened here lass?” He looked back at his weapon, as if he was regretting leaving it alone.
“A wolf just came out of nowhere and bit him!” I explained.
He walked back to his crossbow and picked it up. The man carefully scanned the woods for the wolf, and when he decided it was safe, he walked over and pulled out a burlap sack that was about the size of a small clutch bag. He pulled up my brother’s shirt and examined the wound on his pectoral muscle. After what seemed about 5 minutes, he put this green liquid around the wound.
