God Must Die

Craziness

     "Dakota?" I hear a voice and I snap back into reality. I look at Ed, who seems more concerned than ever.
     "Oh, um...sorry, Ed. I I don't actually know what happened..." I look to my feet.
     "You've been doing that a lot," he says, worried. "Maybe you should go to that therapist. Your mom thinks it's a good idea."
     My eyes widen slightly. How could he say that? Why would he even agree with my satanic mother? All she cares about is the Lord and how He wants her to be! Why would she recommend me to another damn therapist who does no good with helping me? I know it seems like I'm making a big deal about it, but if you knew my mom like I did, you would think that everything she said was nothing but insanity.
   "I don't want to, and you know that," I say sternly. We've already talked about this. I'm not going. Ed looks at me with disbelief then looks to the ground and mumbled, "you're just like your mother."
    Okay, I'm done with this damn conversation.
     "I got to go." I stand up and start to walk away.
     "Wait, Dakota!" I couldn't even hear him afterwards. I just need space. I need to be alone. I make a run for my house, which was pretty stupid since I live about a mile away. Either way, I still made it in about 30 minutes or more. I start panting and I close the little white door behind me. After that, I slide down the door in agony.
     "Hey sissy!" A little, high pitched voice creeps next to me. I jump as I see it's my little sister Gwen.
     Gwen was only 6 years old. She's supposed to turn 7 next month. She's bright and peppy. Unlike my dark red hair, she has bright, short strawberry-blonde hair with almost ocean-like blue eyes. I could already tell that she will be popular in high school. With a pretty face like that, along with the love that almost every girl in school loves? How could you resist?
     "Gwen, what have I told you about sneaking up on people?" I look at her, still slightly frightened.
     She pouts. "Sorry sissy, I'm just bored." She looks down while giving me puppy dog eyes.
I sigh. "Let me guess," I said. "Leo won't play with you?"
     Gwen nods, still pouting. Leo is our older brother, who is currently 18. He has strawberry-blonde hair like Gwen, and medium hazel eyes. He was definitely taller than Ed and Danny both, standing at 6'4. Gwen was only 4'7. I wonder where genetics were when we were born?
     I sigh. "What's he doing this time that's keeping him busy?"
     Gwen looks up at me. "He's ignoring everyone. He seems worried."
     Strange. I wonder why?
  "I'll check on him, okay?" I start to stand up.
     Gwen nods, hope in her eyes. "Okay! Maybe then we'll all play together!"
   I smile. Sometimes I think she's too innocent for a messed up world like this.
     I start to walk through the hallway and up the stairs. I knock on Leo's dark brown door. He opens it right away.
      Before he could speak, I cut in.
     "What happened to playing with Gwen today?" I ask him abruptly.
    "Why does it matter?" He asks groggily.
     "You know how she is when she's alone!" I reply, with anger suddenly rushing through me. "And you know damn well that she can't see mom, not now a days!"
     Leo and I both know that our mother lost it years ago. She went to rehab twice and jail three times. Abuse, drinking and driving, and also drugs. Even a sexual harassment case. Poor uncle Greg. She claims its all what God wants, and people think she's insane. I can't say I disagree with them. That's why Leo and I agreed for a plan with Gwen: whenever one of us is gone, the other is playing with Gwen. If she's not at home, someone has to make sure of her location. If no ones home and you're gonna leave, either cancel your plans or take Gwen along. If we leave her alone, she might wander off and leave the house alone. Leo knew damn well I went on a walk with Ed! And he knows the rules! Why is he upstairs and not with Gwen?
     "Fine. You wanna know what's going on?" He asked, his voice almost scratchy.
      I nod. "If that will get you downstairs then fine."
     We walk into his room. He turns on the TV. I look at him confused and he points to the TV. I look and my eyes widen. The news was on, and the first thing I saw was "Deadly Chemical Spill in Washington." I look closer to see a man with black and gray hair and brown eyes. He starts off by saying, with a shaky voice:

"According to local sources, the state of Washington had a major chemical spill. While trying to clean it up, scientists and local people were affected and they ended up with an unknown disease that's spreading like wild fire. We believe we can take them down, but for now, be on your guard. This may be the last time we, as Americans, see happiness, for this chemical spill might take its toll. In the mean time, I'm Victor Morales. Stay safe America-"
There were high pitched screams in the background. It sounded almost like a woman's piercing scream. I cringed slightly, and saw the camera move violently.
"Erica! NOOO!"
The camera cut off with static. My heart was beating faster than before.