The lonely Star called Hester

by Lady Mauraine

Hester grew up in a small town in the north of the United States. Like everybody else she knew the way she was going to die. She also already knew that she had way less time than her sister had. The fact that her sister should live without her frightened her so much that she doesn't really know how to deal with it.

1. Garden Gate

I've never actually wondered how I would die. I don't think anyone ever does here. We all already know. This is probably why it kinda frightened me that the man's gun was pointed right at my forehead. This wasn't the way I was supposed to die, none of us was going to die this way.

'Get in!' He whispered soft and rather sweet. He looked like that too. Young, perhaps begin twenty. I didn't think if it weren't for these times that he would have even pointed a gun at me.

'Get in to what?' I whispered back.

'The car of course.' I looked at him and realised he had quite a strange accent, not an accent I was used to.

'Where are you from?' I asked.

'That's none of you business. Now get in.'

Because the gun – that was still pointing at my forehead – was working a little on my nerves, I did what he teld me to do.

The car wasn't very big and had a dark, not very impressive colour. All cars looked like that. Apart from Stacy's, whose car had a bright red colour. She had painted it years ago, there were small yellow and pink flowers all over it. The only thing she didn't paint were the windows. Which actually surprised me when I saw the car first.

I had to sit in the back of the car. The man with the gun wasn't alone. There was an other man behind the steering wheel. I hadn't seen him before and I still couldn't see him very well. But he couldn't be way older than I was.

'Where to?' Was the only thing he said to the other man.

'Garden Gate Orphanage.'

At those words I shivered for awhile. They couldn't know that's were I was from, could they? I immediately feared for Stella. Young, dear, vulnerable Stella.