Sorrow For The Darker

6

She rushed to the voice, keeping her ears open and listening, and she followed the sound. It's Erika, and she has to get there before Rosa or Edward get to her. Her feet met the checkered black obsidian and white marble floor, with red kitchen counters, and a glass table at the very center. With a slim fair girl sitting at a chair in front of the table, taking in a bowl of cereal flakes soaked in milk, "I'm eating, mom, and it's rude to disturb while eating, okay?" and she hung up.

She raised her sea eyes and met her sister's green orbs, and she dropped her spoon on her bowl. She stood up and looked at her sister. Her shiny tears dripped down her face as she looked at the darker woman's soaked face. She touched her cheek, and smiled, "T-They said y-you were dead. Y-You died in a-a car accident."

Elise, out of shock, grabbed her sister tight, and cried, "Y-You're okay..." The fairer woman hugged her back and brushed the darker woman's brown hair with her soft and fragile hands. For a moment. It felt like everything was good in the world. Until Elise opened her eyes, and let go.

"Erika, your parents are evil persons. We have to get out of this house, and start a new life," Elise begged her sister, trying to convince her about the horrible deeds of the elders of the house. "W-What? N-No, wait, t-too much information. W-What do you m-mean?"

"Erika, your parents kidnapped me. Listen! We have to go!"

"I just learned you were dead yesterday and here you are, saying two of the most important people in my life are evil? Are you serious right now, Elise?"

The darker girl shook her head as the tears fell down her face, "Erika, please! Think about it! Would I ever lie to you? They told you I was dead and just now," she held the fair hands tightly, "Rosa told you to go buy chocolate chips. Isn't that a coincidence? Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me I'm lying to you!" The fairer woman was left shock, hesitant to believe her sister. Her frown stretched to the sides of her face.

Elise, out of frustration and exhaustion, let go of the hands, and went to the kitchen counters, grabbing a steel knife. She checked the blade's sharpness as her sister watched her from the back, checking the corridors now and then. "Are you going to hurt them?" she asked. The darker woman shook her head, then turned to her sister, "For protection."

She then grabbed the doubtful sister's arm, and pulled her out of the room, turning back and forth just in case. "Elise, what's going to happen to us?"

"Nothing, I already called Ariana and she's on her way with police. I'll keep you safe, so don't worry."

Erika sighed, her face full of doubt, as she let her sister drag her around, this time. Her mind was indecisive, she couldn't believe that her parents who looked over her, her entire life, be as bad as Elise says. But then, Elise could never lie to her, she was the sole protector and the truest person she has ever met.

The sisters of opposing colors appeared in a room with marble tiles and porcelain walls, with a double curved staircase in the dead middle, and a double birch door underneath the stairs, leading to the outside world. Yet, one thing still stands in their way, Rosa and Edward stood in front of the door. Elise rattled.

"Erika! I told you to buy chocolate chips!" Rosa scolded at her daughter, giving a stern look. Erika stepped back, as her body shook. Edward held his wife's shoulder, "Rosa, you know who started this, and that's what we're doing." Rose's frown deepened. And that was the final moment for Erika.

She then inhaled, "Erika, come to mommy," she opened her arms as if welcoming a great big hug to her daughter, but she didn't budge. Elise pulled Erika's arm, and for a moment she stayed still, as tears dripped down her eyes. Until she shook her head and followed Elise's commands, "T-There's an e-exit on the o-other side."

The two start to sprint, their shoes clicking on the marble floor. Suddenly, "Do you know who killed your mother?!" the male voice echoed in Elise's head, and she stopped suddenly. Erika looked at her sister, "Elise, it's a trap," she pleaded. But Elise didn't respond, and instead replied to the two, "The driver of the cab. Wasn't it?"

She turned to the two. Rosa smiled, "Honey, I know you're itching for the truth. Your insomnia speaks for yourself. That random streak of paint on your canvas? You did that."

Her body rattled, realizing the truth. Everything fits together in place, in perfect harmony, her uncontrolled emotions, the recurring dreams and memories, her only remembering slight information about the death, the exhaustion and insomnia, it all makes sense. She looked down at her own hands, "I-I have...Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

Edward and Rosa chuckled. The man gave a cocky smile, "And not just that."

She looked back up.

"We hired the driver to kill you, and your mother, who meddled in the affairs of a black person. It just" Edward paused, "wasn't right for your mother to do that, and her offspring had to die, we couldn't let you two ruin our reputation," he continues. "Truly sad that my sister stooped so low, but... oh well." Rosa says, throwing her hands up, "But then, the stupid driver messed everything up! He should have killed you when he had the chance! I should have killed you when I had the chance, and now you're taking my beloved daughter with you?!" she screams, "Hah! Don't make me laugh, Elise!"