In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

Chapter Three

I look at the letter in my hands. It's from Jane alright. Has her signature and . . . I just know that it's her. It's telling me to head to the park. The one where she fell out of that old tree. The only one I ever bothered to go to.

Suddenly, I find myself in the park, that's weird. I look around the park, it seems to be the same park that I was at yesterday. I sit on the bench, trying to wait patiently for my older sister. I haven't seen her for ten years, I wonder what she's been up to?

Hopefully she's had a better life than me. Footsteps come from my left and I turn to see to whom do they belong to. As I thought.

Jane.

"Hey." I smirk, seeing that she looks really good for a twenty-some year old. If I didn't know her than I'd say she was a seventeen year old.

"Hey, glad you could come." Jane replies, glancing at the bench with an icy look.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No, just that. I can't stay for long."

"Oh." Is all I say. I didn't expect her to be hitting the road so soon.

"Listen, Lana." Jane starts, looking down at her hands. "I have something to tell you."

I look at her with confused eyes.

She looks into my eyes. I notice something in them . . . wait . . . no, what? That doesn't make any sense.

Jane is looking into my eyes with hatred in hers.

Before I can ask her anything, she pulls something out from her coat. In an instant, she shoves a knife into my gut, I feel the sharpness of it deepen inside of me.

"That's for not saving me, Lana." She takes out the knife and plunges it into another section of my body. "That's for not being there to stop me." She takes it out again and stabs it into my chest. "And that was for letting me die alone."

I feel my life slipping away, like trying to catch rain water with your hand. It always leaves it eventually. Before I take my final breath, I realize something . . . Jane doesn't look older.

No, she still looks like the fifteen-year-old Jane who had made a big mistake and was trying to survive. She was that girl that ran away to try to forget. She was that girl who jumped into a river just to make it stop. She was still that girl.

I jolt awake. I never have dreams like those. And never that descriptive. I look at my alarm. 5:38. Earlier than I usually get up but, whatever, I'm not going back to sleep after that.

I climb out of my bed and open the door to my bathroom. I brush my teeth and do other things. Heading back to my room, I find some clothes to wear. I quickly change into them. Opening the bathroom door, I proceed to do my hair. After brushing it, I brainstorm some ideas. I turn up with nothing fun, so I decide to just put it up into a pony.

My hair forms into a perfect pony, and two smaller strands at each side of my head didn't fit into the pony. Doesn't look too bad. Feeling like I need something more, I walk over to my dresser and grab a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses. Sliding them onto my face, I look at my reflection. Good.

I exit my room, shut the light off and quickly head down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen, I notice that Megan is up too.

"Hey." I greet my younger sis.

"Hey," she basically whispers.

"You okay?" I ask, grabbing a bowl from a cupboard.

"I just had a really weird dream, that's all." Megan replies, staring at the glass of orange juice in her hand.