Caroline's POV
"So," I asked cheerfully, wiping blood from my knife, "What's next?"
"Remember that lovely old woman in the lobby?" Felix asked me with a grin.
"Oh Felix, she's helpless, it isn't fair." I faked a pout.
"Does that truly make you want to let her live?"
"No, not really."
He snickered and the elderly woman walked in behind him.
"What a coincidence," he said, smiling knowingly, "Mrs.Tuttle is right on time."
I walked towards her.
"Hello, Mrs.Tuttle," I said with a smile.
"Hello Dear," She said, returning my smile.
"Mrs. Tuttle, what will you miss about bing alive?" I asked her.
"My grandchildren," She said, a sad smile replacing the wide grin she wore.
"That's a sweet thing to say," I said, before plunging the knife into her side.
Nausea clouded my mind. It wasn't me. It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
Don't forget.
Wake up.
Wake up.
"Cut the line," He whispered behind me.
I looked down at the brakes of the car.
I cut them.
It was not me.
It wasn't.
His warmth was behind me, a sure sign he was watching.
"I'm not going to run away," I said, annoyance slipping through in my voice.
"I know, Honey," He said, "But if she breaks through, she may."
"You don't really think she could break through, do you?"
"I think if she really wanted to, she may be able to."
I smiled.
"So you think she is enjoying it?"
"Maybe she is," He said with a smile, "Maybe she's the same girl Mom knew all those years ago."
Not me.
It wasn't me.
Wake up.
My eyes opened in a flash.
"It wasn't me," I said loudly.
Don't forget, a voice whispered in my head, like a warning sign in the distance.
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The Storm Ahead
Teen Fiction[BOOK ONE - #1] Young Caroline has spent her entire life in dreary Maine, spending her days watching the rain. Her sheltered life has protected her from the dangers around her, allowing her to miss the whispers calling her cursed, unlucky. She spend...
