A Startling Reality: Chapter Four

It had been two days since her little brother was discovered, and she still felt horrible.  The voices had returned frequently, and she was beginning to go mad again; they were plotting her next killing, who it would be, how it would happen, the perfect time.  She had to find a way out of this, but she didn’t want to lose her own life in the process.  That would be if she could find no other alternatives.  1

She had taken up reading and writing as a past time, and was lost in the crème pages of a book when they started up again, “Hello?   Where are you?  Answer, now!”  She tried to block them out, to not listen, to not answer, but their screeching voices were getting louder and louder, higher and higher, it was unbearable.  She was about to give in when there was a loud crash outside, she ran to the back window and looked outside.  There was a person there, but it was dark, and she couldn’t see who it was.  The figure was short, or at least was from far away.  She didn’t recognize him, and she stared at him quizzically was he walked closer to the door.  He didn’t seem to get any taller, maybe it was some lost child looking for their home?  She walked over to the door and opened it before he could.  She stared at him in amazement, confusion, and happiness.  ‘It’s not possible!’  She thought as she stared at him, and he stared back.  She grabbed him in a big hug, and he hugged back.  She let go and moved the hair off his face, a tear escaped from his eye, she embraced him again.   2

They walked over and sat at the kitchen table, and just stared at each other.  She didn’t know if he was really there, or she was just crazy.  After all, he did die two days ago.  Her little brother, sitting across from her at the kitchen table wrote something on a piece of paper, and continued crying.  She watched his every move.  He started to fade away into the air and she started to weep for him once more.  She got up, walked across the table, and read the paper....3

Dear Julia:4

I know it was your body that did this to me, but it couldn’t have been you.  I know it wasn’t you, in your eyes, there was a look of evil, hatred.  There is no way it was you, you proved that to me at the door.  I hope you get rid of whatever it is that’s doing this to you, and take good care of mom and dad for me.  Tell them I love them a lot and I love you too!!  Dead or not, I’m still your brother, and you better visit me!   Xxxooo5

P.S.  Never forget, I know where you live..6

~Nick7

She was crying enough tears for everyone now, and smiled slightly at the last part.  It was an inside joke between the two of them.  She felt extremely horrible at this point, and decided it would be best to go to bed.  She headed up the stairs to her bedroom, and as she walked by her parent’s room, she spotted her mom on the bed crying.  She walked in and sat beside her, put an arm around her, and waited for her to stop crying.  8