In the Beginning

Chapter Six

     I thrashed around in the water, something had a tight hold on my ankle and refused to let go. I was in the middle of the woods, no one was around, I had to save myself. I screamed, oxygen flying from my lungs, as I was pulled deeper in the water. Suddenly I could breathe. I was looking at a girl with long, dirty blonde hair sitting in a classroom, staring at a wall. She straightened, and got up out of the seat, exiting the room. There I was again, in the same room but this time it was me staring at the wall. The girl I had seen earlier was me.... I saw a brutal scene flash before my eyes, my father being savagely murdered. I straightened in the seat. Another scene, his blood splattered across the tile. I got up and walked out of the room, storming down the hallway. I pushed the front door open and took a few breaths in and ran for my house. I had no idea where my supposed house was but what was left of my shattered memory told me that I was heading in the right direction.  

     I burst through the old, wooden door to find the house rotting, it looked ancient. Cobwebs draped in every corner, pieces of old furniture scattered across the various rooms. Where was I? I saw a girl, short, blonde, bordering on brown, hair that only came down to her chin. It looked like she cut her hair with a spoon. Her emerald eyes were filled with loathing, her jaw clenched, glaring at me.

     "You did this." She smirked, looking more devious than before. She looked around the room and slowly walked to a broken coffee table. She picked something up, it vaguely glinted in the small patch of monotone, dead sunlight. She kept the wicked grin on her face but her eyes filled with tears. She kept her jaw set as she threw a pair of scissors at my head. I dodged the flying scissors at the last moment and they stuck into the wall behind me. The already peeling wallpaper shuddered on the impact, several more strands of the stained, yellow paper fell off the wall. I turned my attention back to the girl. She stood there, fists clenched, jaw set, glaring. "You killed him." She stared at me. "He was just missing, we had hope." She choked on the word hope and her aggressive physique crumbled. Tears rushed down her face, her hands still clenched. She put her head in her hands and fell to the floor, sobbing. I felt hot tears fill the corners of my eyes, but looked up, blinking quickly to restrain myself from crying. I walked to the girl and put my hand on her shoulder. She batted it away and looked at me, the expression on her face wasn't upset anymore, it was a look of pure hatred. "Get away from me. You mean nothing to me anymore." She spat the words at me like poison. I remained where I stood. I needed to know who this girl was and what she was talking about. "Get away from me Starr." That's when it struck me.

     "Luna." My lower lip trembled, I was on the verge of crying. "Don't hate me Luna. Please." She stared at me. A look of shock passed over her face. Luna stood and looked me in the eye.

     "How can I not hate you? After all you've done to me!"

     "What I've done to you? After what you've done, I shouldn't even be speaking to you. I shouldn't even look at you. I would've never done something like you did." Luna was getting angrier by the second and I was just fueling her fire. She stormed past me and flung the door open, leaving it wide open. "You can't just forget about me Luna, we're sisters, whether you like it or not."

     The house melted away and a old black and white scene unfolded before my eyes. I sat in a room, it was small and stuffy. I sat on the arm of a chair, a man sat in front of me. The scene was like an old photo left out in the sunlight too long. I wish I could describe what I seeing better than scene, but that's what it felt like, just another scene in a long, forgotten movie. Tell man spoke, his voice was haunting.

     "Well, what are we going to do with you? I gave you one job. It wasn't a difficult one. No, no it wasn't." It sounded like he was having a conversation with himself but I knew it was directed towards me. "All I asked was for you to dispose of him."

     "I couldn't do it." I replied even though I had no idea what was going on. "It was wrong. I couldn't." The man sneered.

     "All the more reason to get rid of you. Convince me you want to stay." I glared at him, a hot ball of anger welling up inside of my chest.

     "I don't want to stay." He returned my glare, staring me down.

     "I let you live, I have you shelter, food, water. And in return all I ask is you use your powers of persuasion to help me. This is what I get? This is what I deserve?" He stood up from the leather chair, yelling at the top of his lungs. I crossed my arms and held my glare.

     "I won't kill a man because you want me too. I don't jump when you snap your fingers." The anger melted off his face and was replaced by a wicked grin. He walked up to me and grabbed my hair, dragging me out of the room into a dimly lit hallway. I slipped and fell yet he held onto my hair. I screamed, pain shooting through my head as the man dragged me through the hall. I clawed at his hands but I was facing opposite his back. I struggled until he let go, throwing me into the wall. The breath was knocked out of me and I struggled to see. Everything was dimming. The last thing I heard him say was: "I own you."

     I opened my eyes gasping to see I was being pulled out of the river by a girl with gray eyes.