Through Hell and Back

Chapter 1- Cara's POV

I come home from school one day and find empty bottles and cigarettes laying all over the floor. On top of his body is a note. It reads:

Dear Cara and Laura,

My beloved daughters, I am sorry. Your mother has died in that terrible car crash. I feel that there is no point in living. I couldn't bear the pain without your mother. You were both the light of my eyes, but I need your mother. This is the only way that I can be with her.

Departing,

Your Father

I sat there for ten minutes unable to think about anything in shock before I could relaize he was already dead. I kept hearing his voice reading the note to me in my head. A drop of water landed on the paper. My tears started to pour out.

Laura, my older sister, came home. I barely noticed as I was crying next to out father's body. She stood there for a moment as to take in what was happening in the doorway. She didn't shed a tear as she walked to her room.

When I finally managed to stop crying, I ran to my room. I searched my entire room to find that scroll that Mother had given to me before she passed on. I find it in the back of my desk drawer. As i open it, it reads....

Admit one to Hell

I was really confused. Why would my mother give me this? Is this real? were some of the questions that came to my mind. I dash over to find Laura sitting peacefully on her bed. 

"You know what happened, right?" I question because she looks as if nothing has happened at all and someone dying is so common.

"What?" she asks. I feel like slapping her.

"Downstairs...." I start, but she cuts me off, "Yeah, I saw it." she said as she waved her hand to shoo me out of her room.

"What does this mean?" I ask. She doesn't look up and says," Need help on your homework?"

"No. Look at this," I say in awe as I show her the scroll.

"Didn't you know? Mother and Father met in Hell and moved to Earth to live in peace with us."

"Really? When did they tell YOU?" I ask suspiciously.

"Never, I looked through their ancient journals," she says sneaking in a mischeivious smile.

"You shouldn't do stuff like that," I say defiantly.

"Well, I am born of a devil," she whispers with her smile still growing. I walk out the door slightly upset that Laura had always been a sneak. I go to my room and hop onto my bed to think about what I was going to do.