Twilight Fire and Ice

The diner

When I woke up in the morning, the recent events of me getting lost in the woods seemed like a mere dream. For a second I believed it was until I moved to get out of bed. The wounds on my leg brought the memories on as fresh as if it had just happened. The bandage on my leg was damp and smelling aweful and I knew that meant I should change it.

I carefully got out of bed and headed out of my bedroom to find a first aid kit. Where did people keep these anyways? The first place I thought to look was the bathroom but I had checked while I was putting my hygeine things away yesterday as I was unpacking. As I made my way down the hall I stopped when I saw my sister.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked me.

Sometimes my sister shocked me whenever she spoke to me simply because of how introverted she was.

"I'm actually looking for a first aid kit so I can change my bandage." I responded.

I watched as my sisters eyes lit up.

"I have a first aid kit." She replied.

"Of course you do you clutz, I should've known." I laughed.

I followed my sister up the flight of stairs to the third story where her bedroom was. When I entered I was shocked. Her room was decorated in purple, Bella hated purple.

"Dad did it." She replied before she opened her bedside drawer and took out a rather large first aid kit. "When I get some money though I want to change a few things. Add some brown and green." She replied.

I moved to sit on the edge of her bed and let her do her work. If there was one thing that Bella was good at it was changing band aids. Once it was finished I thanked her. Suddenly the smell of the air caught my attention just moments before the fire alarm went off.

"Oh god." Bella said.

I watched as she took off running from the bedroom. Before I could get down the first flight of stairs I could hear my sister shouting instructions to our father. When I finally made it to the kitchen I could see my sister cleaning a pan. From the looks of the scene it was obvious that our father was trying to cook.

"What did you do now dad?" I laughed as I came and sat down at the table to take some relief off my leg wound.

"I was just trying to make an omelete for you and your sister." He replied innocently.

Bella turned off the water and dropped the pan into the garbage can. There goes one of the frying pans. Somehow all of dads cooking ended in one less pan in the kitchen. I on the other hand have never attempted to cook and never wanted to especially after the kitchen fire that our mother started when Bella and I were 8 years old.

My eyes were trained on my sister as she began walking around the large oversized kitchen and started opened the windows. After she finished opening all the windows in this room she moved to the next and I could hear her opening more windows.

"How about we let this place air out and go have breakfast at the diner" My father suggested.

I rose quickly to my feet, wincing slightly, and went upstairs to get dressed. My father didn't even have to ask me as I loved the diner food. Their breakfast was my favorite, omeletes, hashbrowns, grits, potatoes. My mouth was watering before I was able to reach the stairs.

Once I was upstairs I rifled through my closet to find a outfit I could wear that wouldn't bother my wound. I ended up picking my black tutu with my red lips shirt and red belt. I didn't want to show my scars so I added black sheer leggings, which in turn made my outfit look alot better. After I was finished getting dressed I went to brush my hair and froze when I saw the spot where my hair was ripped out yesterday.