Hey people!
So I've decided to start a new story and this is it.
It's very different from DEAD INSIDE but I hope you like it all the same.
Here we go!
I am not Ella.
Ella is not me.
I will never be Ella.
This was my mantra, the one that repeated to myself constantly every day since she died.
Ella Martinez, a brown haired-green eyed girl approximately 5 foot 3 inches in stature.
My sister was dead.
It was several months ago when she lost it. Ella and I were both hanging out on Monte Pier eating ice cream.
She, a perfectly scooped strawberry ice cream in a waffle cone, and I, a smushed plain vanilla ice cream in a paper Dixie cup.
We had went swimming earlier in the day and recently retired to the ancient park bench closest to the fisherman's
dock dedicated to a young Tom Morris who died serving the country. She turned to me, her green eyes looking rather odd and smiled weakly.
" Max, can I ask you something?" Ella asked suddenly.
" Of course. Why? What's wrong?" I wondered. I placed my melted ice cream down on the bench and turned towards her. Seeing her clearly,
I noticed her eyes were blood shot and her hair was a tangled mess. Definitely not up to " Ella's standards". She wasn't even wearing her usual clothing.
Nothing different or unique could be detected on her, she looked normal. Ella hates it if she doesn't stand out. Being normal for Ella was abnormal.
Suddenly, she turned away from me, letting her eyes focus on anything but me.
" Nothing. I just need to know that you'll be there for me no matter what. Can you do that, Max?" Ella's eyes narrowed and her lips twitched slightly at the seams.
" I will do anything for you. We're twins, if I can't help you than who can?" I smiled and looked over at her. A flash of light caught my eye.
No it can't be.
It's not possible.
I reached over to Ella and took her left hand. Sure enough there it was. Our great grandmother's ring. The one carved through pain and eternal damnation.
The ring of death. To anyone else it would be some fashion accessory a silver ring woven with pieces of black Micah melted into it's core.
To anyone else it would be a treasure, to me a curse. This ring meant something that only we knew about. Not my family. Us,Ella and I.
She knew that, Ella knew that. This was our grandmother's death ring. She wore it when she died. Ella must have slipped it off her finger.
" What do you need me to do?" I asked slowly.
" Look after Tina for me, will you? I just got accepted to a university in Europe. Everyone else will be okay. Just remember to look after Tina. Okay, Max?" Ella said.
" I promise to look after her. Have fun in Europe. I love you, Ella." I whispered.
" I love you, too. I'll see you when I get back." Ella smiled and wrapped me into a long hug.
" I knew you remembered. Don't forget me. Tell him, everything. You can only trust him, no one else. You'll know."
She let go of me and looked back out to the sea.
The white mystic waves crashed out over the pier. Ella ran out onto the boardwalk and sat on the edge.
Her small legs dangling over the side, barely touching the water below.
I began to walk closer to her, to ask her more questions about what was suppose to come.
But she put her hand out and stopped me from coming any closer, stopping me from her fate.
It was then that the boardwalk collapsed and Ella and I fell beneath the icy ocean waves below.
The water kept crashing down on us, trying to keep everything in it's grasp submerged. It swayed us in every direction.
I looked around in the water. Where was Ella? I searched for what seemed like hours for my sister. I'm told it was just less than a minute.
It's impossible for people to hold their breath for more than a minute or two.
My eyes were slammed shut by the water around me and all air ways began to fill up. I sank to the bottom of the waves, deep down into the soft, white sand.
Sweet dreams.
Lie your head down.
Everything's calm now.
Your okay.
Rest your weary mind.
Close the tale of time.
Plan your final rhyme.
Into a deep slumber.
Leave nothing left unsaid.
Pretend your in your bed.
Soft asleep.
Everything' calm now.
Sweet dreams.
That was when I died.
Okay, so I'm not going to leave it there for two reasons
1. I don't want you to think Max dies ( that is a world I do not want to live in).
2. It might take me a while to update ( approximately a week or so) and I don't want you to wait that long.
So here's the unofficial chapter 2!
Chapter 2
"Ella?"
"Ella, wake up."
"We need you here."
"Ella, wake up."
" What are we going to do? Both of my girls are gone. Our children are dead, Jeb! Dead!"
" Shhh... let's go wait outside. Ella needs her rest."
" Dead, Jeb! She's dead. Their both dead!"
" Let's go outside, Val. At least until you've calmed down."
I opened my eyes slowly. It was white, all white. I was sitting in a hospital bed with an I.V. in my arm and a heart rate monitor constantly beeping.
Why am I at a hospital?
Why am I here?
Why am I-
Monte's Pier.
Water.
No way out.
Ella!
" Ella!" I screamed.
" Ella, where are you? Ella, are you okay? Ella! I'm sorry! Please! Ella!" I hollered.
Look after Tina for me, will you?
Just remember to look after Tina.
Tina?
Ella's stuffed elephant from when we were five?
Didn't we lose that a long time ago?
"How am I suppose to find a stupid stuffed animal?" I asked.
" Ella? Ella, are you awake?" My mother yelled down the hallway.
" Mom? I'm awake! Mom? Dad?" I screamed.
" Ella! Oh, Ella, Honey, your awake! I thought we lost you, baby!" Mom and Dad gave me a giant hug, tears streaming down their faces.
" Wait! Did you just call me Ella? Mom, I'm Max." I said.
" What?" Both my parents exclaimed.
" Ella, dear you must be confused. Max's dead. She's gone. Besides we had a DNA test done to figure out which child of ours was still alive. Your my Ella." My mother replied.
" No, I'm Max. Ella was killed at the pier. She knew she was going to die. Mom, Dad you have to believe me!" I begged.
" Ella! Stop it! Your scaring your mother!" My dad commanded.
" What is she saying, James? What's wrong with our baby girl?" My mother cried.
Why won't they listen to me.
You can only trust him, no one else.
No one else.
" I'm so sorry mom, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm just so sad that Max's gone. She's really gone." I lied.
Where was Ella?
" It's okay, honey. I know it's hard to accept. But she's in a better place now." My mother said, quietly.
" Let's get you home, Ella Bella." My dad smiled.
Didn't they care about me at all?
Was I less important than Ella?
Oh, Ella where are you?
Thanks for reading!
Review (nicely) please.
Next chapter is going to be fun...
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