Cursed

Chapter six: Henry Travis

        Jane's P.O.V

        My eyes open and I look around the room. Outside is still dark but it's a light blue. Sunrise. I hop out of bed and go into the hallway, right at the end of the hall is a piece of rope. I pull it and the stairs to the attic come down. I climb quickly and pull the stairs back up and I open the little door which leads onto the roof. I sit on the roof and watch as the sun begins to rise over the horizon.

        I notice something on the ground and look down across the street stands a boy about Will's age. He has platinum blond hair which looks magnificent in the sunlight. I quickly make my way down and run to the front door. I open the door and see the boy standing in the driveway. He's a foot taller than me and when he steps closer I see that his eyes are an emerald green color.

        "Can I help you?" I ask him when he's in hearing distance.

        "Uh yes. I was wondering if you knew if there were any available apartments." He says in a deep voice. Not a really deep voice, but a soft kind of deep.

        "Yeah there are some apartments on Wicker Lane right by the beach. The prices are really expensive though."

        He shakes his head, "Don't worry I think I can afford it. Thank you."

        "No problem." I walk up to him and extend my hand. "I'm Jane Kindley."

        He takes my hand and shakes it. "Henry Travis."

        "Well Henry I should get back inside, maybe I'll see you around." I say backing up.

        "Yes I would hope so. Good meeting you Jane."

        "You too." I reply and walk back inside. I sit down on the couch and as soon as I lay my head down I fall asleep.

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        Henry's P.O.V

        I walk into my new apartment and set my bag down on the floor. The entire place is empty except for a fridge. I lay on the ground and look up at the ceiling. She must like watching the sunrises if she was on her roof.

        There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about her. She is just a normal teenage girl.

        That's what she wants you to think. Snap out of it Henry!

        I shake my head. I need to focus, I have a mission to do and I will do it. I get up and walk out of the door, if I'm going to be living here for a while I need furniture. Time to go shopping.

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        Austin's P.O.V

        I'm in the meadow again and not a second later a small girl appears in front of me. She looks maybe six years old. She wears a white dress but it stops at her knees.

        "Hi," she says in a high voice.

        "Hello," I answer. "Who are you?"

        "Austin it's me. Jane. Only six years old." She answers laughing.

        "Oh are you here to show me some memories?" I ask her. She nods.

        She comes to me and grabs my hand. As soon as she does the sceenery changes and we're in a house. Jane's house.

        Six year old Jane walks upstairs letting go of my hand. I follow her and she stops at her bedroom door.

        I look inside and see her asleep on her bed. Then rocks are thrown at the window and she shoots straight up. She gets out of bed and runs to the window.

        "Henry!" She squeals and makes her way downstairs as fast as her tiny feet will carry her.

        She opens the door and runs onto the front lawn and tackles a young boy down and they both fall down to the grass.

        "Jane!" The boy, Henry says. "I know you missed me but please get off!"

        "Sorry." She says getting off and helping Henry up too. They both run inside and go to Will's room.

        "William wake up! Henry's here!" She yells and Will at eleven years old shoots out of bed and falls on the ground.

        "Ow!" He yells.

        Jane giggles, "Sorry."

        Will get's out of bed and the three of them go downstairs. Me and six yeae old Jane stay behind.

        "Why did you bring me here?" I ask her.

        "This is one of the best memories I have. I don't know but it seems important." She answers.

        "Kids!" A voice asks behind us.

        I turn around and see who the voice belongs to. The woman is standing by an open door. She's wearing gray sweatpants and a blue t-shirt, her jet black hair falls down to her waist. I have seen so many pictures of her in Jane's house before but if I hadn't I would still know who this woman is, Jane is an exact replica of her.

        Jane's mother.

        The words slip out of my mouth in a whisper. "You're supposed to be dead."