True love

Chapter one: Funeral

Ashlynn's P.O.V

Today is the worst day ever!! It's my 20 year old sisters funeral! She died right in front of me, she was murdered. Some people may think I'm crazy for what I saw but I know what I saw, and the thing that killed my sister, wasn't a human and Jacklin would never ever commit suicided, it was some kind of magical monster.
Flashback

Ashlynn Jones was doing the dishes so her mother, Emma Swan-Jones, could cook dinner. She kept hearing weird unusual noises behind the counter but she thought nothing of it. Her oldest sister, Jacklin Jones, came out to get a glass of water. Jacklin (Jack or Jackie for short) saw the beast and yelled for her sister.

"Ashlynn (Ash for short) Run!" The monster heard and made her move to kill the young 16 year old girl. Ashlynn screams and Jack ran and jumped on the monsters back.

The monster instantly pulled a knife out of his\hers fur. He\she stabbed Jack in the back. Jack fell off the horrible beast, yelling in absolute pain, while holding her stomach.

"No, Jackie!!" Yells Ashlynn in pure fright.

"Run." Was the poor 20 year old, Jacklin's last words.

Ashlynn did exactly what her sister told her to do. She ran outside where her mother and father were.

"Mum, dad! It's Jackie. She's-she's, gone!" Sobs the young teen girl.

"What?! Stay here Ash. Me and your mum will investigate. I need you to call the cops. Can you do that?" Says the father, Killian Jones, while Ashlynn nods her head. Both parents run inside to find their oldest daughter laying on the ground, and around her is a pool of blood.

That day was truly frightening.

"Ashlynn, come, lass. We need to get to Jacklin's funeral, now." Say my dad.

"Ok, papa." I say back.

We head downstairs and out to the car. I slump in my seat and start to cry when I see her coffin. My parents, Aunt Regina (Gina), Uncle Robin, my cousins, Jacob, Justin, Lydia, and Neal, and I seat in the front row. My cousin who is the same age as me, Lydia, and I sat right next to the coffin.

When it was time to look at the body in the coffin my parents went first then me and then everyone else. I probably took the longest because I was crying and holding my sisters hand.

Even though we were 4 years apart we were still very close siblings. We always played together when we were younger.

Flashback to when Jack was 6 and Ashlynn was 2

"Hey, Ash, want to play baseball with me?" Asks the 6 year old Jacklin.

"Yes, sissy!" Says the smaller Jones.

The two Jones daughters ran outside with their parents following them close behind. They grab the base ball and the bat and then ran away from the house.

Jacklin was first up to bat. Surprisingly for a 2 year old, young Ashlynn, threw incredibly. Jacklin soon got three outs and the sisters switched spots.