The odd one

Chapter 2

3 months later.
Today was the day. It took a bunch of paper work and I had too use some of my parents life insurance too but now I had a 3 bedroom condo.

It all was worth it because today was the day my baby sister was coming too me.

I couldn't wait. It is late February so I wasn't worried about getting in a car crash as I drove too my aunts house. December and early January I didn't go anywhere I was so paranoid that I would crash in the snow and ice.

Today I had too drive too my aunts house where I would take Lana and take the DSS worker to my condo so she could check it out.

As I pulled into my aunts drive way I felt an excitement grow inside me because I saw the DSS worker standing on the porch. She was holding Lana with a giant smile on her face.

"Hey Lana!" I yelped as I got out of my car.

I looked around as I approached the worker. "Where is my aunt." I asked curiously.

"She's inside, when I came over the stroller was on the front porch with Lana in it, she left behind a note that said to wait on the porch that she is sick and doesn't want me too catch it." The DSS worker said as she scrunched her face. "Weird." She whispered as I stared at my aunts house.

"I'm just gonna pop in and tell her that Lana's leaving." I told the DSS worker on my way too my aunts front door.

I clenched the door knob and slowly creaked it open. I really did not like too see my aunt. She was a bitch. Always thinking she's better then everybody.

It was dark in there when I walked in. Too dark.

The reason I say that is because her house was always so light. She like too say that "oh I'm bright and happy so so is my house!" She was a bit of a wack job. Bipolar is what I used too say.

"Hello?!" I called.

"In here honey!" My aunt yelled in a child like voice.

Ok she must be a little too sick. She sounded like a 8 year old girl. Not even a familiar little girl. Like a cold dark twisted child... Ok now I sound a little sick. I shook my thought away as I walked in her room too see my aunt sitting up in her bed. "Hi sweetie." She said still child like. Her hair was messed up and she was looking down with a slight grin on her face.

"Sorry honey cheeks I'm sick." She said still in a child like voice.

"No that's fine, Aunt Linda umm I'm uh leaving with Lana now." I stuttered with my words. I was still trying too get used too that creepy voice.

"Well, you have fun." She extended out fun as if she were taunting me. My mind spun, that really freaked me out. She has never acted like this. She was always distant and bitchy and a little weird when she was in a good mood but never creepy.

"Okay, aunt Linda I'll come by like tomorrow or the day after that to check up on you." I backed out of the doorway slowly.

"Have fun." She said the same way she said fun before,

I fast walked too the door. Something about her voice gave me an uneasy feeling.

That feeling where you want too throw up but something is holding it back. But you want too so bad because it might help you feel better. But you can't. You physically can't.