Wanted Lies

-=Chapter 3=-

Maia was in her house, not Caleb's. What was she doing back here? No one wanted her here. "Hey bitch." Obvious words came from her sister's mouth. Almost bursting into tears, Maia shouted, "Blaire, how many times do I have to say that I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "What are you talking about?" Maia was confused, but then it hit her, this is before her sister and family was pissed because of that...thing.

"Oh...Never mind." Maia walked around the house she once used to enjoy staying in. The same wooden elephant stood on a small glass table near the kitchen. The table was a gift from their uncle before he died. They had tons of those tables scattered around the house.

Then she passed another one of the same tables. It had a small statue on it. She didn't recognize it, her parents had probably bought it after she left, or maybe she just hadn't noticed it. A lot of things were different in the house. There was something she recognized, the crooked wooden stairs that lead to the second floor. The same beige shabby rug lay on top of those stairs. It had used to be a white color, but since the house had been built in the 1930's, it got dirty.

Maia climbed up the stairs and stood before the door that lead to her room. She stared at the familiar wooden letters hung at the top. The "M" was crooked, the "A" was a little more raised than the others. The "I" had a pink smiley face sticker above it to act as the lower case "i". And the last "A" was painted blue, it was her favorite nail polish color at the time.

It was weird how she recognized those small details. The dream felt so real, too real. Then she placed her hand on the silver handle and turned it. It still made that creaking sound when you opened it slowly. Her eyes lit up when she saw her room. It brought back joyous memories, memories of her and her sister playing dolls. If it were now, her sister would have been playing with a voodoo doll of Maia, ripping the doll's head off.

Maia walked over to her freshly-made bed. It still had every single one of her stuffed animals. The strawberry stain from 4th grade was still in the center of her light pink bunny sheets. Maia and her sister were going to have a picnic, but it started to rain, so they had it in her room. It was better back then.

Her t.v. was still on. It was set to a Canadian news channel. Spread across the screen was a familiar face. The bright blue eyes looked as if you were staring into an ocean, the small nose looked almost cartoon-ish, and the mouth was curved into a small smile. The jet black hair draped over her shoulders, and she immediately recognized it. It was her. Suddenly, the beautiful face morphed into a messy haired, frowned mouth, girl with a prison outfit on.

Quickly, Maia grabbed the remote and slammed the power button. It didn't turn off. "This is you Maia, what your going to be." The face started talking. Maia shouted, "They won't find me, I'm safe.". "Do you really think so? Derrick, he's got a trick or two up his sleeve, so watch out." This was the moment of truth, probably the reason she was dreaming this, "Who is Derrick?" The face started to fade into darkness. Banging the t.v., Maia yelled,"Wait! Please tell me, I need to know!" And then the screen went black, it was so dark, Maia could see her reflection in it.

Maia walked downstairs and explored the house a little more. It was different, very different than when she was here a minute ago. The whole house was mirrored. The stairs were flipped. Everything was flipped.

Her mother walked downstairs, upside down. Her sister came running sideways. And everything went back to normal. The stairs were normal, her mom was normal, and her sister was normal.

Maia's mother came up to her,"Sit down, let's read a story." she said it like nothing ever happened. After Blaire joined them, they formed a circle around their mother who was sitting in a wooden rocking chair. It felt like they were at a library doing story time. When Maia and Blaire were younger they used to go to go to storytelling at the library while their mother ran errands.

Maia's mother grabbed a book. The cover was odd. It had a face on it. The face was behind bars and wearing prison clothing. It was a face that had Jet black hair, blue eyes, and a small nose. It looked like the girl on the news, but in a drawn out version.

"This book is called Wanted Little Girl. Once upon a time there was a little girl, her name was..." her mother spoke calmly. It looked as if she didn't really care what the book was about, she was just sitting there, reading. "Maia." What the hell was going on? Why was she every where? "And the little girl did something very naughty, so she..." "Mom! Can you please not read this story?"but her mother kept reading, non stop, "ran away all they way to New York to be with a stranger." As Maia tried to tell her mother once more to stop, she suddenly couldn't speak. When she opened her mouth nothing came out.

"That stranger, let her stay with a dangerous boy, and the little girl couldn't figure out who he was." Then something cold and hard snapped Maia's hand. And her legs. She was strapped down and her sister disappeared. As her Mother kept reading, she started coming closer with a psychotic look on her face. "The little girl's parents didn't want her, no one wanted her. They all celebrated when that evil rat left. So happy that, they...lived...happily...ever..." Her mom was almost touching noses with Maia. Her eyes turned red and scorching fire. And that sweet face Maia always loved,became the face of ... Derrick. "After!" His words danced around in Maia's head. After..

The metal straps broke and so did the leg chains. Maia ran and ran and ran. The statue she saw was turning into her. The hair was identical to hers. The nose and eyes matched. And it caught on fire. The whole house caught on fire.

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"Owww!" Maia jumped. What had happened? She felt like she was still burning. "Hot!" She yelled as she adjusted the shower water temperature from hot to cold. That was the most real thing she had ever dreamed.