The Sound a Wolf Cries

03: Elastic Heart

(Haven to the right)

03: Elastic Heart

She didn't return home until three a.m. That old victorian house had been her sanctuary, it had absorbed so many of her tears and unblissful memories that she had screamed in vain during various occasions. But, even she knew that there was only so much time she could spend in that old rugged place before the dead came to haunt her.

"You should've been home by midnight, at least," the voice caught her off guard and she realizes that it belonged to neither her mother or father... but to someone new.

Haven didn't bother unlocking or going through the door, she had snuck out of the house by the use of her window multiple times that it just became a habit. The room was dark, her eyes couldn't even grasp a near shadow or outline for such blackness had engulfed the room all together.

"It's a little unexpected," it said again- it was a female, that was what Haven knew for sure of- until two pieces fit together.

"Why are you out of bed?" she questioned harshly, more than she intended it to be. Ten years.

Her hands found the light switch and flicked it on to find a girl, that resembled her exactly sitting on her bed. She was wearing Haven's black leggings and a baggy sweatshirt Haven stole from Hillary Miller in the junior year since she thought it was cute. But it was surreal seeing Hazel with bright, wide open eyes, flawless skin and swaving hair moving- and she was definitely not a little girl anymore either.

Hazel had become lean, slender and tall- ways that only Haven could of dreamed of. That long blonde hair went down to her hips and curled merely at the tips as her nose slide into a perfect slope and it was strange for Haven to even look at her. It had been years since she entered Hazel's room from the mere factor of being the one alive.

"Are you gonna stare at me all day, or talk to me?" Hazel cocks her head and her lips nearly smirk. Her young hands moved to brush the flyaway hair out of her face, revealing her perfect slender fingers and newly cut nails Roseanne, her day nurse, did every other week.

"Ten years..." she murmured as her hands went back and held her up as her head gazed at the ceiling that had little glow in the dark stars pasted on. "It was just yesterday when I was knocked out and six years since I've been able to think and see."

It was the last comment that threw Haven off, think and see? What did that even mean?

But Hazel continued after taking in Haven's silence, "God, Haven. You are so oblvious. They've lied to us, Haven. We aren't what we think we are, we aren't like them!" Her eyes begin to resemble Lincoln's like earlier revealing all the existing anger that grew deeper by the second. "When we turned thirteen- I gained this ability," Hazel smiles with her perfect white teeth in remembrance of story.

"Somehow, I was in your brain."

It was the twin connection, at least to Haven that is what she thought. She could recall that same connection they had as kids, when they were seven- when one was hurt, the other knew and vice versa.

"I could hear your thoughts and see through your eyes and even hear what you heard. Oh, Haven... It was incredible," Hazel sighed in memorization, but it turned Haven's stomach. Her privacy, her thoughts, her everything had been violated in the sense for the steady case of her sister.

Haven could of taken anything, but that. And again like the repulse she obtained from her mother, Haven had enough she didn't want her sister in her room, she didn't want her sister in this house or anywhere near her. The blood in her veins boiled, she was angry; this little brat, who had been down for ten years had taken more than anyone could thought of.