She was still. Her breathing ceased. I ran my hand through her dark raven hair, and gripped her pale dead hand. I was kneeling at her bed side, giving my condolences and saying my good-bye to my only sister. I felt angry and sad, how could she leave me like this…in a world filled of villains. Yet, I knew it wasn't her fault. I saw proof. At the front of her left arm, were two small holes. It was the only clue to her death. The police thought she was injecting drugs into her body, my family and I declined. Red would never do something like that. The doctors thought she was suicidal, poking needles into her arm until she bled out to death. My sister wasn't suicidal. There were no leads of who and why someone would do this to my little sister. The crime scene was closed yesterday, since there were no clues to be found. My nose tingled, and eyes stung as tears streamed down my face. She didn't deserve this…anyone…just not Red.
"Prue, darling. You've been in here for three hours. Are you sure you don't want to eat something?"
I looked towards my mother and talked to her in a voice that wasn't my own. "How could you eat at a time like this? Your daughter was just killed and yet, I see no worry in your eyes. Mom, don't you care? I do." I caressed my sisters cheek.
"Prudence. Rosaline is dead. I can't do anything about it. Why should I stress myself out about her death? I do care, just not to the point where I feel sorry for myself."
I stared at my sister, not wanting to let go. I couldn't. She meant the world to me. How could my mom see that she was what kept this family together, good times and bad. I swallowed hard. I let go of my sister's hand and pushed past my mom. The pain in my gut wouldn't stop since I heard of Red's death. I didn't believe it until I saw her clothes drenched in blood.
I saw my dad smooth talking with one of the full-figured nurses. Probably asking for her number. This family was torn apart; and it was all because of Red's death. My mom had used Red's college money to buy top designer clothes, plastic surgery, and breast implants. While my dad, had sold all of Red's possessions besides her ruby necklace. He gave that to me, in memory.
"Baby Prue, is your mother ready to leave?" My dad asked as he slid a piece of paper in his pocket.
I hated that nickname. My name isn't Baby Prue. "Yes. We're going out to lunch, right?"
My dad coughed and shook his head. "Actually, Baby, just you and your mother. I-uh, I have to go check on my stocks. Is that cool?"
As hurt as I was, I nodded. "That's cool, dad." I mumbled.
"Groovy, I'll see you in the morning, Baby Prue." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and waved me to go outside.
I did what I was told and opened the glass door to the bright and horrible world. The sidewalks were covered in chewed up gum and litter. Yuck. I leaned up against the limo we came in and waited patiently for my mother.
There she was. Walking as if she was on a run way. Showing off her curves, fake boobs, and botox filled face. I was never so disgusted with my mother. She wore a white tank top, a fur coat, and designer low-cut jeans. She could look like Barbie if she wanted too.
"Are you ready?" I asked, not meeting her light brown eyes.
" Sorry, darling, we can't eat together. I have to go to an appointment. You know, beauty calls! Hope you understand."
I expected that kind of answer. "Yeah, I understand."
It was hard to tell whether my mom was frowning or giving me a look. "Prudence, we'll go shopping together after school tomorrow and we'll buy you a new wardrobe, I promise. Just you and I, at the spa getting our nails done and face pampered. I know you love that, Prue."
I nodded, I didn't like the spa. It was filled of spoiled women with over paid husbands. "I'll be getting home late, mom. Later," I opened the limo door, slid in, and shut the door across from me.
I wasn't used to riding in style. Ever since my dad had won the lottery, three times, he had over twenty-five million dollars. We had moved to a mansion near Texas and I was going to an all-girl private school with Red in New York, and that's where we are now; The Big Apple. I wasn't satisfied with the change. It was nice to be able to afford some shirts and jeans I wanted but, it was all a bit too much. My dad had started his own business and it started to fail until he had won the lottery and now, it's one of the most successful businesses in America. My mom is a stay at home mother. All she does is shop, go to the spa, shop, and maybe spend some time with Red and I. I guess it was enough, then.
"Where to, ?" The limo driver questioned.
"To Waldo's Bar." I replied. I needed to let go, and this was the best way possible.
"I'm afraid, you're under aged to drink."
"Who said I was going there to drink? I'm meeting a friend there."
It seems he couldn't argue with that and started to drive north of the hospital. This was going to be a long night but, I had to forget my sister's death for a while, even just for one night. I wanted the pain to go away, illegal or not, it was my only resource.
.~.
I literally dragged myself to the side of the bar and threw the bottle in my hand in the middle of the street. I felt as if I was going to puke, I laughed. How pathetic it was that I would do this to myself. Just because, the most important person in my life is gone. I laughed. I laughed until I cried.
"I'll do anything!" I yelled. "Anything! You hear me world! For Red back."
I laid my head down on the wet pavement, hoping, that someone had heard me. I shook my head and took out my cell phone, only to drop it. I giggled but, I had to remind myself that it wasn't funny. Sadly, it was.
"What's so funny, beautiful?"
Voices in my head! I was crazy enough to reply. Why the hell not? "I dropped my phone!" I said through my laughs.
He joined in. "Now, what's this about doing anything?" He sat beside me.
I grabbed his coat from his hands and wrapped it around me. "I'll tell you." I sat up. "My sister died two days ago and –hiccup- I decided to come here and I…I want to bring her back. I'll sell my soul if I have too."
"How much did you drink?" He questioned.
Before I could answer. "I can help you with that. I can bring her back." He said.
"Who are you, Houdini? You…don't lie."
He chuckled. "No, I'm not Houdini. But, I can really bring her back, if, you agree to help me."
I snorted and laughed. "And what's that Harry?"
"Easy. Time travel."
"Harry, that's stupid."
"Says the under aged drunk teenaged girl. Ahem, are you up for it?"
I felt incredibly sleepy. My eyes drooped and I was off in dream land.
.~.
I slowly opened my eyes, I was back in my bed. I could barely move without my head aching every time I turned. I decided to make a run for it towards the bathroom. I flipped off the sheets and felt my stomach kick. I swung open the bathroom door, vomiting into my sink. I moaned as I fell and leaned my head on the lower sink cupboards. I blinked rapidly when I realized, I had school today. I jumped up and stared at the clock on my wall. It was already ten o'clock. I cussed under my breath and made an effort to get ready, ignoring the stench of vomit in my sink.
By the time I was finished, the clock had just hit eleven. My hair was soaked from the shower so I threw it into a high pony tail. I searched for my school uniform until I spotted it on the floor near my book case. I slid on my red and white plaid skirt and fixed my white long sleeved oxford shirt. I grabbed my black leather jacket and was out of my room. I tried to think of the fastest way to get out of the house. I could take the left or the right. I took the right that led me to the auburn spiral stairs that took you to the front of the house. Instead, I slid down them and jumped half way down.
"Ms. Prue. I thought you were leaving with your mother this morning. I'll call Robert to take you to school." One of the maids said once she caught a glimpse of me.
I was literally out of breath. I sat down on one of the white Branyon love seats. I sighed. I usually woke up early for school. I guess, time flew. I felt my phone vibrate in my skirt pocket, I took it out to see my friend had texted me.
Quinn Grace
Lyk, wher r u? Mr. Fletcher not happy dat u skipped.
He giving hw out cuz, u ain't here. See u at skool, if u coming.
I texted her back to see the maid had gotten my silver aviator glasses, and a bottle of some kind of juice.
"I can tell you went out drinking again, . I brought you some banana-cinnamon milk, it will take away the head pain."
"Thanks." I slid on my aviators and took the milk.
It was only a matter of time until Robert the limo driver arrived. When I left the house and got into the limo, Quinn had texted there was only one class left and we had this hot substitute teacher. Maybe this day could actually get better.
.~.
"Good evening class. I hope you don't mind if we start off history with talking about the future."
I just arrived ten minutes ago hoping to get a good front row seat to the teacher but, every other girl had beat me there and I had to sit in the back with Quinn. Everyone sat four at each shiny black table with their notebooks open. I smirked when I realized no one was taking notes to what he was saying. They focused their attention to his looks and to be honest, he wasn't even that cute. I picked up my pencil and started writing down every word.
"Soon, there will be school at home where robots will be teaching you just about anything you want to know. You won't even need a car. There will be hover boards!"
Everyone clapped and giggled every time he seemed excited about something. Hover boards? What is he on? The class continued like this until there was ten minutes left. Now, he was talking about the extinct and evolved animals…which made no sense to me at all.
"Gorillas, polar bears, ravens, and alligators are all extinct. But, elephants have evolved, with wings and have shrunk over the years. They are really great pets, I remember when I had one…ahem, I mean, if this really happened this would have been a great…pet. I think that's just about it. Any questions?"
All the girls ran up to him and engrossed him in questions that weren't even related to what he was talking about. I started to pack up my things. What did they see in him? Was it the blonde hair? Or, his dark eyes? Maybe, his expressions to everything he said? He didn't even look over twenty-one!
"Prue. Are you alright? You look…tense?" Quinn asked as she sat on the table.
I nodded. "Yeah, just…tense. Like, you said." I slid on my messenger bag and Quinn followed me out the room. "Aren't you going to ask the substitute any questions?" I asked.
"Pfft. Are you kidding? The line is too long." She frowned.
Well, at least I knew Quinn would rather hang out with me than be in a room filled of hormonal girls. We took a left to the locker area where most of the staff were hanging out. Quinn opened her locker and started throwing random junk into it.
"Oh. Um, I got your text about your sister. I'm sorry Prue. I knew she meant a lot to you." Quinn fixed her chopped black hair.
"It's fine, Quinn."
"Really? You don't sound like it." Quinn closed her locker. "Usually, you're the talkative one."
She's right. I was so outgoing. I'm barely myself anymore. Ever since the death of Red, everything just hasn't gone well. My world is falling apart because she isn't here anymore. Red was at my side all the time. Instead of her looking up to me, I looked up to her. We did everything together…the time we climbed Mt. Everest and I refused to go up with her she had promised to hold my hand all the way. Or the time when we were ice skating, I couldn't stop so she held onto me and we fell together. I shut my eyes, I was going to cry, Red always told me never to cry in front of anyone not even her. She said it would show how weak I was and people would get to me easily.
"Hello ladies."
I opened my eyes and turned around to see the substitute. I raised my eyebrow and slid off my aviators. Quinn's face flushed a bright red.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation but, may I speak with Prudence. Alone." He asked calmly.
Quinn nodded rapidly. "Yeah," She walked behind him and gave me a thumbs up.
I waited for what he had to say. All he was doing was staring at me. "Do you need anything?"
"Oh, yes. We can't talk here. I can't take this thing off here…" He muttered. "Let's go outside." He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me all the way to the front of the school.
I finally got out of his grasp and scowled him. "What's going on?" I was ready to call the police if he made another move.
"What? You don't remember me from last night, beautiful?"
I winced my eyes. It took me a moment, beautiful. 'What's so funny, beautiful?' I gasped. "You're from the bar. What are you doing here?" I asked making sure no one was around. How could I not see that it was him. And, he's following me…
"I gave you time to think about my offer."
Offer? "I don't remember about an offer being made."
He took off his glasses and slid off his white coat. He looked like a regular eighteen year old guy you'd see down the street.
"Time travel, Prue. You help me and I'll help you. I'll bring back your sister." He explained.
"Time travel? Look, pal, I've met some crazy people here in New York. But you are by far, the wackiest. What kind of trick are you trying to play? I don't know how you know about my sister's death but, get away from me." He was scaring me. How could he know? The police promised to keep it on the down low until they found some kind of evidence. I took out my phone and dialed Robert. I wanted to go home.
"Wait! I-I can prove it!" He said. "Your mother's name is Marissa Cook-Willow, born in 1970 and your father is Peter Willow, born 1965. Umm, you have this odd birthmark of a rose on your stomach. You broke your wrist in kindergarten by jumping off the swing! In 2003, on Christmas, you ate all of the cookies your mom made for the party and said your imaginary friend, Blue, ate them. You dyed your hair black to look like Red. Your natural hair color is strawberry red. You've collected treasure since second grade; your first treasure was a gold earring that was found in the sand box at Aunt Luis's house. You have it hidden in a cardboard box next to your secret money stash, under your bed. Is that proof enough?" He asked.
How does he know all that information? "What was my first word?"
"Ruby."
I dropped my phone. He knows me. I was still and shocked. Nobody knew me that much except for Red, only she knew. The only way he could know is if…he time traveled. But, how is that possible? Time travel isn't real. At least, I thought.
"Now, do you believe me?"
"Who are you?" I whispered.
He bowed. "Nathan Drake. Time-traveler and treasure hunter."
I put back on my aviators. This could be my chance to bring Red back. I would just have to help him first. I just hope it won't be much. I wanted to see Red as quickly as possible. "What do you need help with?"
"Glad you finally asked."
It's a long chapter! A lot of my chapters will start to get shorter. Let me know how it is, is it too long? Does it drag on? What could be improved? Let me know in a review and I'd be glad to fix it. The next chapter will take a while to get out on the site, since I like to look over my writing. I know it doesn't seem like a vampire story just yet, it will be in the next chapter so, stay tuned!
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