My Only Purpose (Currently Unavailable)

Chapter 2

My soft footsteps were muffled by the carpet as I crept closer to my parents room. They had closed their door but our walls are dreadfully thin, making it nearly impossible to hide something.

My parents have been talking about the house next door for quite a while now.

"Whatcha doin?" Well speak of the devil.

"Vera!" I whispered as I jumped half a foot back.

I stormed silently back to my room, having to physically pull myself away from the door as not to slam it shut. I was quite irritated at Vera for being such sneak, able to get around quieter than I was. I walked over to my mirror, admiring my 17 year old conceited self as the moon shone brightly from my window. It was a full moon, the time of month when everything happens, werewolves come out, things go wrong. Not that I believe in fictional stories, it's just common fairy tales that every child should know. Even in this new life, I still prefer the older lessons to the newer happilyeverafter ones of this time period.

Vera silently walked in and put her arms around my waist. She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed. "They are having a baby, aren't they?" she said as she looked at my face in the mirror. I nodded, resting my head on top of hers and relaxing. She sure knew how to get rid of anger. A tear was threatening to spill out of her eye as she said, "Why, Felicity? Aren't two daughters enough? Did we really fail so badly as to make them start fresh and try again?"

"Vera, no. That is ridiculous." I said, though I had thought that same thing. She's pretty intelligent for a 12 year old.

Vera's eyelids began to droop, her body sagging against me as she slowly drifted. I dragged her over to my bed, tucking her in underneath the covers. Her face looked peaceful as she slept, almost reminding me of my younger sister from a different life. I vaguely remember us running around the bakery until a carriage came and hit-I shook my head. I couldn't cry about a different life. My new parents might find out about me. And my secret can never be found out.

With that thought still in my head, I climbed in next to Vera and fell asleep.

The next day...

I was forced on the couch, my mother and father nervously glancing at one another while Vera and I did the same. My father sat next to me, holding my hand as my mother sat next to Vera, holding hers.

"You're father and I..." My mother trailed off, her voice uncertain, glancing briefly at my father before continuing. "I am pregnant," I began nodding. "With a boy." I stopped, looking at Vera to see how she was taking the news.

Vera's face had changed from worried, to knowing, to shocked. "A boy?" She whispered.

If Vera had to have a sibling, she would have picked a girl a hundred times before a boy. Vera despised boys, especially little ones. She also kind-of had anger problems. She wasn't easy. Controllable, but not easy.

My mother was looking at me earnestly, begging me with her eyes to understand as my father increased pressure on my hand.

I glanced at them both, making the quick decision of helping them out.

"Ooo! A baby brother! I've never had one of those huh, Vera." I nudged her.

Vera's tense expression slowly returned to normal as she copied how I handled the situation.

One of the perks (and sometimes drawbacks) of being the older sibling: younger ones always copy you.

My mother smiled and my father relaxed his grip on my hand. I made eye contact with my mother, silently asking if I could leave. She nodded and I stood up, walking to my room.

I opened my door and felt my way to my bed (it was pitch black). Once I found it, I pulled back the sheets and climbed in. My leg hit another's. I screamed, jumping back and half-running to the doorway. I flicked on the lights and whipped around. There stood a boy.