Begin Again
A.P.O.V
TEN YEARS AGO
A small bleach blonde haired girl walks up the walk way to her house, her twin sister following behind. Her pale green eyes differing from her sister's light crystal blue ones. She starts to knock on the door but she sees the door is cracked open. She's scared. She pushes the door open and steps in. She sees her mother surrounded by three tall men.
"Mommy!" She screams. One of the men turns to her.
"Haylee and Hannah Blackwell." He snarls.
"Leave them alone. They aren't apart of this." They hear their mother, Heather, say.
He doesn't listen and he grabs the two girls. He sits one in one chair and the other in a different one. He ties them with ropes. He puts ropes on their wrists and ankles. He puts tape over their mouths and moves to get something. The little girl watches wide eyed as the man sprinkles some sort of dirt around each of the chairs, including their mother's. She is tied just as well but her mouth isn't duct taped.
"I agree, this wasn't the plan but we might as well knock out two birds with one stone. Or in this case, three witches with one spell." The man smiles a horrible smile.
He hums words that the young girl doesn't understand. She crying. The man lights a match and drops it on the dirt by the woman's chair and it starts to trail to the others in a circle around all three chairs. The young girls start screaming but their cries are muffled. The men are gone and the smoke overtakes the room of the house. The smoke stings their eyes and they try to scream again but it's useless.
Just as the small girl is about to black out, she see a pair of brown boots and black jeans. Then blackness and nothing.
PRESENT DAY
HAYLEE
I sit on my bed and stare down at a picture of my mother, sister and I. It's the last picture we ever took before my mother died in a house fire. I don't know how it started, I can't remember, but my sister and I were both there. Some how, we miraculously survived with out any thing horrible happening to us. In the picture, my hair is bleach blonde and my eyes are a pale green color. Now, my hair is ash blonde and my eyes are a bright lime green and only rarely turn the old color they use to be.
My sister has changed, too. She has the same color hair as me and her blue eyes are now a bright ice blue. Her is curly opposed to mine being straight. After that night, we were sent to live with my grandmother in South Dakota. Lately, though, she's been contacting my aunt and uncle in Chance Harbor. She hasn't been doing so well. She took us in that night. We were only four, so my grandmother is really all I've ever known. The only reason I even know what my mom looks like is because of this one picture.
The only picture I've ever had of her.
"Haylee? You O.K?" I hear my sister, Hannah, ask.
"Yeah, fine. Let's go check on grandma, O.K?" I ask, putting the picture away.
She nods and I stand with her and we walk downstairs. I see my grandmother sitting down at the table.
"Hey grandma, do you need anything?" I ask.
"No thank you sweetie," She says getting up, "I think I should just-"
Then she falls down.
"Grandma... Grandma!" Hannah screams. I kneel down and I don't see her breathing. Tears escape my eyes.
"Call the cops or an ambulance or something!" I say. I'm scared.
Everything after that is a blur. I see the paramedics. Then my older cousin Mason running to Addie and me. He wraps his arms around us and hugs us. Now, here we are on our way to Chance Harbor with him.
Mason has our qualities, most of them at least. Our mother and his dad were brother and sister. He has ash colored hair like mine and his eyes are a kaleidoscope of pale blue and pale green. He's tall, tanned and well built. Addie and I are medium height, well built and fairly tanned.
"How'd you get here so fast?" I ask.
"I was in town with some old friends I met from a few summers ago." He says.
"Partying? Hook-ups? Guess you had more fun than us." I say.
"I'm sorry, Haylee." He says.
"It's fine. It wasn't your fault." I say. He nods.
"I'm going to miss her. But, at least I'll finally have my favorite baby cousins around." He says.
"We aren't babies. You're only two years older than us. Plus, we're your only cousins." I laugh.
"True." He says, smiling.
We drive in silence for the rest of the way to Chance Harbor. When we get there, we arrive at a huge brick house and I see a man, woman and child in the drive way. The little girl runs up to Mason. I remember her. She's my little cousin, Ann. My aunt and uncle smile as they grab our bags and go inside. I follow Mason up the stairs to the house and we walk inside.
Mason, still holding Ann, walks us to the guest room where we'll stay from now on. Mason puts Ann down, she smiles, and runs off.
"Does she still not talk?" I ask.
"Nope. Not at all. The doctors say nothing's wrong with her. She just chooses not to, I suppose." He says. Hannah and I nod. The room has two twin sized beds and is painted a peach color. That's all that's there aide from dressers, a mirror and a closet. My uncle comes to the room as Mason leaves.
"This must be hard on you two." He says.
"Yeah, but we'll manage." I say. He smiles and kisses my forehead, then Hannah's.
"You're very special girls, you two." He says as he leaves.
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