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The rain was slowly pouring gloomily hitting the roof of the car making soft echoing noises. The family in the car were however even gloomier than the weather there appeared to be the solemn silence in the car was due to a funeral.
A girl about fifteen was sitting in the backseat of the car staring outside the window the stains of many tears still apparent in her face. She had brilliant blue eyes that were puffy, in them there was a sadness that was not usually portrayed. She remembered her soft friendly eyes that held a fire unknown to any other but, those eyes had held a pain from a while ago, she never told anyone what had happened and when this emotion was reflected through her eyes she brushed it of. These were the eyes of the women loved and admired by all, the woman who told the grandest stories and was always loving and kind, why did she have to die , she didn't deserve this.
Evelyn's knuckles turned white as she grasped the side of the car, she had been named after her grandmother who's name was Evelina just as it said in the obituary. She was known to have a strange , uncanny resemblance to the teen Evelina as all her grandmothers friends told her. Same wavy chestnut hair and eyes, according to them, but Evelyn was certain her eyes weren't the same as her grandmothers warm lovely eyes.
That were no longer there ... Evelyn felt numb like nothing could break her more than this. She was always closest to her grandmother , even closer with her than her parents. The family was driving to the loft of their lost relative that just so happened to be in the grand city of New York . They soon arrived at the old loft that was lavishly decorated with old ornate decorations , Evelyn remembered this house very clearly her grandmother told her it was built in the 1920's! Whenever she usually came her she was gloriously happy , running up to the house , but , she never wanted to see the house again. It brought back memories she did not want to recall , she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.
When she blinked again all of her family were out of the car and waiting for her outside with sadness displayed on her faces . Even her three year old brother Ethan who didn't understand very well what was going on with"Nannie" had a look of sadness on his face. She quickly got out of the car and took her mother and fathers hand and said .
"Let's get through this as soon as possible "!
She said trying to crack a smile.
Her mother and father looked at her surprised but abruptly agreed.
As soon as we got inside an explosion of spices hit Evelyn's nose yes this was definitely her grandmothers house. As her dad was going through the jobs for sorting the house Evelyn zoned out completely trying to forget where she really was and why she was there. Suddenly she heard her father grasp her by the shoulder and say in a soft sincere tone.
"Evelyn sweetheart are you okay"?
Evelyn plastered a fake smile on her face and exclaimed a little to cheerfully.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be "?
Her dad looked suspiciously at her.
"Okay well then you can go sort out the attic".
He said , Evelyn tried to not make her facial expression drop to much and just nodded her head trying to not let the tears spill down her cheeks.
As soon as she ran up the old rickety steps to the attic she sank down to the floor and sobs began to rack her body. It was not that she despised the attic, she loved it, it's grand stained glass of angels , the old mysterious artifacts from god knows when. It brought back so many wonderful memories , as the light gracefully filtered through the stain glass window it landed in Evelyn herself. If anyone had seen this scene they would think that Evelyn was an angel herself. Suddenly , the light split in two and landed on an old wooden chest with ornate decorations that looked more old fashioned than anything in the room.
Evelyn lifted her head as the tears leaked if her cheeks and looked in wonder, she had not seen it, but she had seen everything here . She ran over to the box in wonder and undid the tight golden clasp with an E etched upon it , inside the chest there were many things, pictures ,journal clippings. But , the thing that stood out the most was an old journal weary and weathered with the name Evelina etched upon it.
She practically flung herself at it and immediately opened to a random page. As soon as she her grandmothers sprawling handwriting she traced it longingly as a tear hit the page making a splatter sound. She soon decided to read the entry and excitedly held the page up to the light .

April.3 1900
I don't know what to do , both spot , jack, and mush have told me they love me. I can't chose I can't hurt them not again,I have to leave , I can't take this...
The ink had blended the words together dammit! She angrily threw the diary to the other side of the and with a resounding thump it landed making an array of dust fly up. Suddenly an angelic light came from the book , Evelyn warily approached the book as if in a trance.
As soon as her fingertips touched the wrinkly pages the yellow glow was blinding and Evelyn had a Wierd spiraling sensation and then everything went dark.