Isabelle (Short story)

Revenge

I took the Planchette, looking through it, but there was nothing. I then started to scan my room and I froze at the sight of Isabelle approaching me in the same scary appearance as last night. I tried to back away, but I couldn’t move a muscle. When Isabelle and I were face to face, she started the conversation.

“I want revenge.” She said. “On who? What happened, Isabelle? I need to know the truth, I want to help you.” I said in a sympathetic tone. “Did you really commit suicide?” I asked.

“I got killed in a very harsh way, and I don’t even know the reason why she did that.” She replied calmly. “Who killed you?” I asked nervously. “Rebecca.” She answered. “It can’t be, Rebecca is our half sister and she wouldn’t betray us.” I said in utter shock and confusion. “Brooke, I saw her and I want my revenge. Before she killed me, she told me that this was for her mother, Helen. I don’t get it.” Isabelle said.

“Wait, are you trying to say that Helen has something to do with this?” I asked bewildered. “All I know is that Rebecca killed me, and I want revenge.” Isabelle replied coldly. “How will you do that?” I asked. “I have proof, sister.” She paused, and silence took over the room.

“Brooke?” Isabelle asked in a soft tone. “Yeah?” I answered. “Would you do anything for me?” She asked, shocking me. “Yeah, of course, we’re sisters.” I answered her with a smile. “Would you switch places with me?” She asked and I widen my eyes at her offer. “How are we going to do that?” I asked with confusion. “I found a witch on the other side that offered me her help. She said that she can do any spell, and with her help I’ll be able to get my revenge on Rebecca.”