An Angel's Kiss

Chapter 22

“You know, it kind of hurts to think that you believe that I’m not capable of keeping myself out of trouble.” I glared at Sierra- trying to make her understand where I was coming from. Between the two of us, I had always been the one most doubted. She knew that.

“What are you-”

“You are sisters. Sisters do not fight- not like this.” A chilling voice filled both of our ears. It was horrible to hear- and I don’t think that Sierra felt any better about the whole thing. She looked just as surprised as I did.

“Did you hear me!?” Her voice rose to a shriek. “Sisters do not fight!”

Then in that moment, something happened. Everything around slowly faded to gray. The only things left were me and Sierra, but since neither of us were going to speak to the other, it was kind of a moot point.

“Sierra!”

There was a little girl. She was shrieking, and at the same time, was calling for Sierra. That little girl was me. And Sierra was running towards me.

Sierra and I both remained entranced in the memory as the two girls rushed together-hugging. They stayed that way, almost as though the memory was frozen. It took me a moment, but I realized that the memory was frozen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Sierra. She was frozen in the same position that I was, except she looked more afraid than I did. Slowly, I stepped towards her. Her eyes darted into my direction, but she made no attempt to move at all. Watching her, I realized something very important, something that was on my side that wasn’t on hers; I could move. She couldn’t.

“Do what you have to. But remember: everything has their consequences. Some are worse than others.”

I nodded slowly.  But no matter what, I had to do this. I could deal with the consequences.

“Sierra,” I whispered. “I am so, so sorry for this.” I felt a tear roll down the side of my face. Sierra met my eyes. Her face was emotionless, blank. Instantly, I felt my eyes dry up. This wasn’t Sierra; it was not the real Sierra.

“Just get it over with.”

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My head was pounding. It stung, and it hurt badly. But there was nothing that I could do. I didn’t even know where I was. I didn’t know who I was.

There was something. And that something was eating at me. It was important- nothing other than that filled my blank and empty mind. There was nothing else there. Not even a name- a single name that I could call my own.

I sat up and placed a hand to my pounding head. There was something lying on the ground next to me- a small slip of paper, no larger than a stamp. On the other side of it a small face was printed. I squinted, looking closer. She looked familiar, scarily familiar.

There was also something reflecting and shining on the ground. I picked it up. As of now, I didn’t even know what I looked like. Maybe this might help jog my memory. I gasped.

I looked exactly like the girl in the photo. Except the girl in the photo had two dates on her picture- a date of birth, and a date of death. She was dead.

And I had been the one who killed her.

“Everything has a consequence, no matter what it may be.” The voice echoed around the whole abandoned place.

“And this is yours.”

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And this is the end...Dun Dun duh....hehehe... Alright...And now it is time for me to begin editing. Fun fun :D

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