The Immunity

Chapter 2: The scream

My day was awful. My teachers didn't make the seniors do anything all day, so every single one of my classes were havoc.

As I was finally leaving, someone knocked into my shoulder.

"Sorry I-" I paused mid-sentence when I realized who I had bumped into.

Blake Oliver.

I couldn't describe him with a better than word than arrogant. He was stuck up, but worse, he was an asshole to everyone. And I was not about to apologize to him.

"It's cool." Not looking up from his Twitter feed.

"Psh, right." I said, brushing past him and down the rest of the stairs. The nerve of some people.

When I'd reached the middle school where Erin was, I waited until I heard her bell ring. Today when she was coming down the stairs, she was holding someone's hand. And it was a boy's hand.

Before I could see through the mass of little bodies, (being pretty small myself) her hand was empty and she had a huge smile as she jogged down the rest of the stairs.

I smiled at her and grabbed her hand. As always, we swung are joined hands as we walked down the street. I waited until we had gotten halfway away down the block to ask her about it.

"So... a boy huh?" I smirked, knowing she didn't know I had seen her holding someone's hand.

Her arm stopped swinging for a half a second. Then she smiled wider.

"Yea..."

"And do you like him?" Saying it playfully, letting her know I wasn't trying to go all anti-boyfriend on her.

She understood. "Yea, he's really nice to me. Says I'm pretty and likes to braid my hair. How cute is that? He can braid Kiara! But he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends right now."

I'm the type of person that found teenage relationships cute. And the way she was blushing and talking about this boy was too cute. I smiled just as much as she was like the story was my own.

"Yea, super cute. I'm glad he's nice to you, but you know you're pretty Erin." Laughing at the end knowing she would agree.

"Yea, but him saying it makes it sound so much more real... I guess I just like having his approval. I like him appreciating me for me, not thinking I'm some weird Korean girl with long hair who's always got a dress on."

Awe. "I understand, what's he look like?" Going in full sister mode.

She blushed. "Well he's got dark brown hair, and-"

"OH MY GOD!" The scream came from about a block over. (a/n: I don't ever actually say this, but it's sufficient for this situation.)

"- What was that?" Erin asked me, and I didn't have an answer, I didn't see anything worth screaming about.

"I don't know, probably someone's dog getting hit by a bus or something, don't worry about it. Continue with your description." Laughing at the end, trying to ease her mind off of the scream, not wanting her to worry about it.

Our neighborhood wasn't the safest, that's one of the reasons I walked her to school everyday. I could tell she knew that I was trying to brush it off, but she didn't comment on it.

"Yea, poor dog. It'll be in a better place now right?" Going back to the twelve year old persona that wanted reassurance of everything. Moments like this made me want to just leave, take her and go to a better place. Make her never question life and death, or things that were sad.

I just smiled gently and squeezed her hand that I was still holding. "Yes, it's a lot happier now. Endless amounts of dog food and no leashes." Tickling her at the end easing the tension.

She laughed, and as we were nearing our front door, I stopped and stood her so we were facing each other.

She looked at me and raised her eyebrow. Another thing we had in common.

"What's wrong?" She looked concerned, little lines forming between her eyebrows.

I rubbed them away, placing both hands on her shoulders. "Nothing, I just want you to know I love you. You know I do right? And if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here. I-"

She started talking. "I know, Kiara. I see you do things for me everyday. I trust you, your my sister. And I love you too."

Her interruption speech made my heart hurt, and my eyes welled up with tears. "What would I ever do without you?"

Her smile was back. "Well, you'd be really bored. I mean who could live without me?"

I laughed, and pulled her into a hug, holding her there. We stood in our front porch holding each other until I pulled away.

"Well, we should go inside. Finish our talk about this boy who's got you so daydreamy."

She rolled her eyes again. "Just unlock the door so I can go to my room, you sound like some type of soccer mom." She said, making me laugh again.

"Yea, yea, hold on princess." I said, smiling as I unlocked and pushed the door open.

As we stepped into the doorway, both smiles on our faces dropped. My mom was leaning over my dad who was lying on the floor. At first because you couldn't see her face through all of her hair, you'd think that they were kissing.

"M-mom?" I stammered, not knowing if I wanted to know what was happening right now.

She stopped moving her head abruptly, and slowly turned her head towards us, letting Erin and I have a perfect view.

Her face was completely red, and her pupils were dilated enough I could see them from across the room. And when I looked down at my dad, I realized the red was blood. And she was eating the muscle and flesh out of his arm.

"Oh shit." Before she had even moved, I was pushing Erin back outside.

"ERIN GO! NOW, RUN!"

She was so stunned she couldn't move for a moment, until she began shoving her way through the door and running down the stairs. Me following suit, shutting the door on my way out to give us more time in case my mo- that thing in our house, came out.

We were still running, halfway down the street when I grabbed her shoulder.

"Erin! Erin, stop!" I yelled as she tried to break free to run.

She stopped, and looked at me, tears running down her face from her terrified eyes.

"Listen, its going to be okay. We can go to our tree house for a while okay? At our old house. We'll figure this out, I promise."

She nodded her head slowly, trying to calm down.

I grabbed her hand, and we continued down the street. I silently hoped the tree house was still there, and didn't just give my sister false hope. And if it wasn't, I'd have to figure out where to go.

But for now, we only had hope, and fear to keep us moving.

A/N: Good right? It's only going to get better. Thank you so much do reading!!<3