Silent Sister

Chapter 1:Whispers at night

        Here I am in my small discomforting room, with a girl I hardly even know. It's not like I haven't spent my entire life with her. It's just the fact that she doesn't talk. Well she talks. Just not to me. And another thing, she's my sister. So let me just start from the beginning.

        My life was just peachy for three years until mother announced I would soon be having a little sister. My parents painted my dad’s old office a soft teal and converted what was once a paper filled room, into a nursery. Eight months later mom and dad came home with a doll-like baby in their arms. They said they had named her De’Lancey.

        About five years later I had gotten used to having De’Lancey in the house and we were still a happy, loving family. On one particular night, I had been coming from my room for a glass of water, but frantic whispers stopped me in my tracks.

        I ducked behind the podium that was attached to the banister, and craned my neck to listen. I didn’t dare make a sound, knowing I would be scolded for not being in bed so late at night. I don’t know what gave me the idea to eavesdrop at eight years old on my parents then, but I was still curious and wanted know what they were whispering about.

Probably my birthday plans or a trip to Disneyland. But it was neither; instead I heard....

“She’s near, Noelle….” I heard my father whisper. He only said her full name when he was serious.

“I know, but there’s not enough time...” My mother replied. She sounded frightened, but strong at the same time. 

“We must go to Malgideon; he’ll use the spell….”

“No Raygon, I can’t…I can’t let that happen!” she replied firmly.

“They’ll be safe, and so will you. That’s all that matters.” He had said.

“But they would never know-” I never heard anything after that. The floor board had then creaked beneath me. I bolted to my room and pretended to be fast asleep before my parents would come upstairs to check on me.

That night I sat up thinking of my parent’s strange conversation. I was only eight at the time and it made no sense. No more than a month later, I had been sitting at the kitchen table coloring when dad had come in from outside.

He had a heavy coat on even though it was the middle of summer.

“Hey honeybee,” he had said sadly. Honeybee was my nickname from dad. He only said this when he was breaking news to me. Like when my cat Abdel had ran away, and hadn’t come back. His eyes were glossy.

“Why are you wearing a coat dad?” I had asked him.

“Look here, I’m going to be gone for a while.” He told me. “But I just want you to know that I will always love and one day I will come back.” Just then mom had walked in.

“He’s here,” she said urgently. My dad then kissed my forehead and pulled away. My parents hugged, and my dad whispered something to my mom that I didn’t catch.

She nodded with promising eyes and opened the door. A tall red bearded man with a green cloak walked in. He nodded curtly and he and my father left.

I haven’t seen my dad since then. That had been nine years ago, but I still remember every bit of it.       

After my father left, De’Lancey had changed. Even at the age of eight I could tell by the look in her eyes. A baby born out of perfection not a single hair on her head misplaced.

        Ever since she was two she would talk and talk and yet she has never said one word to me. Not one. It was creepy, but it didn’t bother me, until one day when she was four riding her tricycle when the wheel rolled over a rock causing her to tip sideways falling to the ground.

        She was crying, and I ran over to her and asked her what was wrong. But she said nothing. She completely ignored me and acted as if though I wasn’t there. I shook her violently and still no reply. She did nothing, but clutch her injured knee.

        Mom came out running and picked her up, but simply told me to come inside. I was furious, and tried to explain what had happened, but she silenced me with a finger and took De'Lancey into the house. I thought something was wrong with her or she was just in too much pain to talk.

“She’ll be okay." I thought, but little did I know she wasn’t.

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