Twisted Turns

Cold - CH. 1

Her mind was filled with dark, terrifying thoughts. She didn't choose to think about it. Hell, in fact she always tried to avoid it. She distracted her self by everything. But late at night, when everyone is asleep, her mind argues with her. She shivers and trembles. Eventually she dazes to sleep, to only be murmuring in her sleep, twisting and turning relentlessly, and grabbing her necklace. Which caused her to be awoken by her sister, Eleanor.

Eleanor, the older sister. Sometimes she envied Eleanor. Super long, straight dark hair with dark brown tips at the bottom. Dark dark dark brown eyes, that glow piercing black. Her sarcastic tone and yet antisocial skills causes everyone at school to gossip that she always looks really cold. When high school begun people wouldn't even approach her because she looked "scary." Truth is, things have happened that can never be wiped out of her sister's mind.

The other sister, is Grace. The little sister. She used to be full of joy. Full of laughter. She could even crack a smile out of Eleanor. Medium length hair with orange blonde dyed half way of her hair. Light brown eyes that glowed brightly when in the sun. But one day changed everything. She turned into ice. She was no longer warming. People started saying she caught it from her sister. Truth be told, she didn't. They were both the same because what happened, changed them, forever.

Don't get the sisters wrong, they aren't mean. They aren't evil. In fact they were innocent. They were just girls, trying to pull through. They were working on it.

What changed them? Friends? Pets?

No. Those things didn't affect them as much as this.

Grace still has nightmares about this every night. Their dad left them. She remembered seeing them arguing and his suitcase waiting at the front door. As he was about to slam the door she yelled out after him and ran after him. Sobbing and weeping. Telling him that he can't leave. That she loved him. He spat in her face. And slapped her. Scolding that she was never good enough. That she was a pathetic daughter. That she was worth nothing to him. The last words that stabbed her heart were the most painful ones. "You. Eleanor. Your mom. Especially you are worthless to me." That was the day Grace, was no longer the bundle of joy.

Grace went down first. Eleanor was still whole. Until she came home from school one day, to find their mother laying next to kitchen utensils. She looked at the pills scattered at the counter tops. The packs of beer packed up in the corner. And she saw the knife inches away from her hand. That her mom was this close to killing her self. Till her body decided to go down. Eleanor examined the scene and then realized her mom was going to kill her self. She already had it planned. From the day their dad left. She was ready. But what she forgot was that she had two daughters. That was the day when Eleanor realized that maybe, even warmth doesn't come from people you thought cared.

They didn't change because they wanted too. They changed because that's how it happens. And there's nothing you can do. Like water and ice. Water is always alone even though it's a huge area, the ice covers it like a blanket, but yet you can still feel the cold shoulder. That was Grace and Eleanor. Eleanor the water. Grace the ice. They only had each other.