The Prophetess

Entry Nine

Half an hour later, I climb into the truck, distraught. Alex starts the old pick-up truck and we all collectively hold and release our breaths as it chugs to life. I'm buckling my seat belt just as Millie and Lilo filter into the back seat. I usually sit back there with them, because of the better company. But just as I contemplate moving, Millie looks at me from the rear-view mirror and pushes her glasses up her nose, her cat-shaped eyes eerily bright. I jerk my eyes away, and instead look out the window.

We're going to be late to our first day of school. What an impression we'd make.

Everybody apart from Gabby; she left early for cheer-leading practice with her friends, or something of the sort. Honestly, I wouldn't be shocked if I didn't find her at school today. It was her way of 'dealing with things'. Like the way I'm supposed to.

The trees roll by, one after the other until very soon they disappear behind large buildings as we make it into the city, Lilo chatting the whole way. The school is at the very centre of town, which makes it a forty-five minute drive considering where we live, and because we have to drop off the twins as well. But, because of my dramatic encounter -as Gabby referred to it- we got out of the house late, and Alex had to put extra effort into the drive more than usual.

He doesn't enjoy it.

I can tell- he keeps clenching his jaw whenever we have to speed by an orange light. But very soon, he won't be in charge of driving us all. Our Uncle, has offered to help us with our mum (apparently he's a doctor, the mental kind) and is coming in this week. I've never met him, but I've heard stories from mum when she hadn't yet gone nutters. When dad was still here...

"Sera, could you drive us after school, instead?" Lilo asks, snapping me out of my reverie. "I'd really prefer not to drive with Granny here, again." She gives Alex a pointed look.

He's so focused on the road that he misses what she said; or perhaps he's ignoring it.

Millie snickers, and the familiar sound makes my heart thaw. I blink. This isn't right. I shouldn't do this . And all because of a dream.... What a terrible sister I must be.

I turn, prepared to make it right. "Sorry, but we're stuck with Gran here 'till the ends of days. We've got nothing to do but persevere."

She laughs again, and this time I join in. I look at her eyes- they're not evil, not in the least. They glimmer, yes, but in a good way, with laughter and joy in them, she's got nothing but our best interest at heart.

The rest of the drive we're quiet, lost in our heads- even Millie who always has something to say stays silent.

I breathe out a sigh, and relax my shoulders, rolling them around. Mum used to make this joke about how if I didn't watch it, I'd start slouching like an elderly person- that I should stop carrying everyone's cross. She said that I placed too much upon myself, helping others with their crosses -on top of mine- trying to save everyone.

I roll my shoulders once more.

But if that were true, shouldn't I have saved him, too? 

Author's Note:

Hello guys! This is another short entry, and hopefully you enjoyed it nonetheless. If you didn't get my broadcast, I've decided to start updating every so often, and not daily, just because I really enjoy doing this and would like to prolong it as much as I can.

For now, later guys.

Peace out.