FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 01

Charla Liebert sat on the train, leaning in the corner of her seat as she stared out the window with hazel green eyes, the music that she had, played quietly from her headphones as she watched the scenery of green fields, trees and mountains. The train car was mostly empty so no one would be bothered by the music that she had playing, not that it was anything bad regardless, was a mix of rock and jazzy hip-hop.

She felt her cellphone buzzed and taking it out from her hoodie pocket she noticed it was a text from her father.

Charla I know you aren't happy with this but know that I am only doing this to keep you safe after these horrible incidents keep happening. When you arrive in Sharlton please give me a call so I know you're okay.

Love, Dad.

"I know you do Dad..." she said to herself before closing her phone and began to look out the window once more, before recalling the events that led her to being on this train in the first place.

"...then you should just send her away!" her mother, Kathrin, spoke in an annoyed tone. "Honestly, you whine too much. I thought you'd stop after I sent Nathen away."

"Don't bring your secretary into this!" her father, Johan snapped. "He has nothing to do with the current conversation. The city is becoming too dangerous; this killer's been attacking in places that Charla goes to!"

"So? She shouldn't go to those places then if that's the case. Honestly... if only Carlin was still here."

Her father glared at her but didn't speak so Charla decided to enter the room to defend her father.

"It's how I get to school I can't go any other way. You'd know that if you paid attention like Dad dose."

Her mother gave her an angry look. "Don't use that tone with me."

She frowned. "What tone? I'm just telling you the truth, you're just busy with work and you never ask how I am. How else am I supposed to take it?" she looked to her father. "Dad, it's okay, I don't mind going really. If that's what you think is best then I'm alright with it."

He looked at her with a worried expression. "Are you sure?"

"I am." She gave one last look to her mother, who looked almost angered by what she had said and left the room.

"Well then," Kathrin said. "I suppose that's settled, happy now?"

Her father merely sighed.

The sound of the speaker system drew her attention away from her thoughts.

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving at the town of Sharlton in five minutes please make sure to gather all of your belongings before exiting the train, I repeat, we will be arriving five minutes."

Charla got up and was about to reach for one of her bags only to pause when she noticed her own reflection in the window, grasping the railing above she hung her head low and sighed. "As much as I don't mind it this still really sucks..." she sighed again. Doesn't really matter now I guess...

She glanced at herself again, for reasons she kept to herself she never liked it much when it came to her own reflection, whenever she saw herself she couldn't help but think of her brother. With another sigh she grabbed her things and headed to where the doors of the train.