So here is the next chapter. I was about to drop this 'cause this doesn't seem that popular but what the hell.. I like this story. I've even almost finished the third chapter. But seriously, if this doesn't get reviews, I will drop this... Why write a story no one reads?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I do own the dog and the plot.

2: I died that day

There was a taxi waiting outside of my former house. James went straight to the front seat next to the driver while I went quietly to the back seat with Donna. The driver was about to complain, but James gave him a cold glare and then he saw just how big Donna was, so he just shut up. But he did mumble something about the seat getting dirty. I had a feeling he was the one who had to clean the car…

The driver was a young Asian boy who named himself Erik. He started to start a conversation many times with me and James but either of us obviously wasn't too eager to talk about some shit with stranger. At some point he gave up and just drove us to the airport where we got off.

"We have a private plane waiting for us", James said suddenly out of blue, without looking at me. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say and I didn't really even think that expected me to answer. Then he started walking towards the door.

The inside of the building was quieter than I was used to. Normally this place was full different kinds of people; drunks, teens, elder and toddlers. Now it was just plain quiet. Well, it was only one o'clock.

James knew exactly where to go. He almost ran through the building never even looking up the signs to see where he was. He had been here more than once. I struggled to keep up with his speed, while Donna just easily jogged next to me.

Donna got a lot of looks. Scared looks. They probably saw her as a big bear that would eat them if they got too close. I was actually surprised that no one had yet to come and try to save me from her. That had happened to me once or twice when I ran with her and she wasn't on a leash. They said it was as if Donna was chasing me and I was running from her. I always laughed and told them that to me Donna was just a huge cuddly teddy bear. They gave me a disbelieving look, glanced at Donna once again and left hurriedly.

Then James came to a door to outside and went straight through without a second thought. There stood the plane with all its grace. The outside of the plane didn't seem anything special, it was quite plain actually. But it did look expensive. But maybe that was because I knew it was a private plane. I couldn't help but wonder how rich this guy was.

James said nothing while he walked inside the plane, walking now, without any hurry. Quite different behavior than when he was inside the airport. I followed soon after him, a bit more hesitantly. I didn't trust this place or this situation itself and neither did Donna apparently, considering that he kept whine-growling and looked the surroundings every other second. That actually made me even more nervous, because I trusted Donna's instincts and they were apparently telling her to get out of here.

The inside of the plane was nice. It was spacious and in the middle of the room – or plane – there was a big dark brown wooden table with six light brown chairs surrounding it. Then there were four small windows with light purple curtains on them. Under the table there was one dark purple fluffy carpet. The rest of the plane was light cream colored. It indeed looked nice. This didn't seem right at all, considering this whole situation.

I nervously – while of course trying to hide the fact that I was nervous – sat in front of James on the table while Donna lied down next to me on the comfortable looking carpet. She didn't even try to sleep. She was looking around the plane, sometimes showing her teeth at something or someone. It made me feel even more nervous and as if sensing it, she got up and lied down right next to my feet, trying to comfort me with her touch. I did relax a bit after that, but I had a very bad feeling about this arrangement.

James got a phone call after about five minutes after we got up on the air. He glared at the phone before sighing and answering it. "Hi. Yes, I took her. She will be good, great even. C'mon, even you will like her when you will see her!" He was talking about me, wasn't he? "You'll see her when we land. I know she'll pass. She has a dog. I let her. I know, I know..." Now they talked about Donna... Wasn't I allowed to take her? Was the whole point of taking her to keep some hope in me, and then crush it when I least expect it? "You'll see them both. Yeah... Bye". He closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.

The silence that came after his phone call, was nerve cracking. The only thing I heard was the breath of the three of us. I felt very uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to break the silence. Though the silence didn't seem to bother James at all, I was waiting him to talk. I hated James, but I certainly hated this silence even more. And finally after who-knows-how-long, James talked.

"How old is your dog?" He asked without even taking one glance at either me or Donna.

I looked at him funny. "Huh?" I didn't understand the point of that question.

"How old is your dog?" He repeated with a hint of annoyance in his voice. I shivered. This would not end up well. But I wasn't about to give up. I wanted to know the reason he would want to know the age of my dog.

"Why the hell would yo-", I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence. I felt a sharp pain on my cheek and I fell off my chair and hit the soft carpet. I held my cheek in frozen, too shocked to move. The inside of my mouth was bloody. The bastard just hit me.

Donna leaped on top of me in a protective stance and faced James, growling at him. When my shock finally wore off I hugged Donna's neck and pulled her to me. I didn't want to take the chance of James doing something to her. She licked the side of my face and turned to James again, growling. She really didn't like him. I, on the other hand, didn't dare to look up, because my damn anger-tears were threatening to fall down, and I promised my dad not to cry under any circumstances.

"Now listen to me here. And look at me!" I didn't look up. I didn't even move. That must have angered him because he came in front of me and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him in the eyes. I glared at him, thanking God that I had enough time to get my tears under control.

Donna growled fiercely from next to me and when James glared at my dog, I put my hand on top of her nose, quieting her down. I wouldn't let James to hurt her, even if I had to give up my life.

"Now then, you will listen to me. Always. You will do exactly as I say. If I tell you to jump you will ask me 'how fucking high?' and if I ask you a question, you don't need to know why I want to know it; you will just answer it, like a good girl. Are we clear?" I didn't answer him; I just kept glaring at him.

He raised me off the ground a bit by my hair. The tears were again in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall down. I closed my eyes tightly.

"Are we clear?" He asked again, with a scarily calm voice. I nodded fiercely, hoping he would let go of my hair. And my prayers were responded; he let go of my hair. Then he backed to his chair and sat down again.

"So I will ask you again… How old is your dog?" He asked, playing with his silver ring.

"One and half…" I answered, looking at the ground. I wanted to sound strong but I sounded weak even in my ears. It was finally slowly starting to sink in me that I wasn't going to have an easy life anymore, or normal.

"Hm…" was the only answer I got. He better not hurt my dog…

The silence took over again and I was seriously on the verge of tears. I was still in the ground, hugging Donna to my side. She licked cheek while whining softly. I pushed my face in her neck, trying to calm down. I won't survive this...

"C'mon! You almost disappoint me with that behavior!" James yelled suddenly and I flinched. "You need to be strong! Not cry your eyes out! I barely touched you! So stop that weeping, throw that weak you out of the window and be strong!" I didn't answer him. He huffed, but didn't say another word.

What did he expect? Only about two hours ago my dad died right in front of me and I saw my little siblings and my mothers bodies... What the hell did he expect?! While I was trying to do as he said and act strong, the truth was I was dying inside. My heart was screaming in agony and my lungs had so much pressure in them that I felt like I couldn't breath.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry this pain away and live a normal life! Scream out for help... I wanted to die! But none of them were possible. I had to be strong. For my dead parents, for Donna, for myself. Oh, how I wish my big brother... Wait a minute...

A sudden realization hit me. I didn't see my big brothers's bodies. They were at school! They could be alive! Hope filled me the first time today as I prayed that the last ones of my family were alive.

I had to be strong for my brothers.

James was right. The current me could never survive this… I really couldn't be me anymore. I had to be Crystal… I had to make myself Crystal, because Isabella was way too weak.

I died that day...

So here is some information:

I love dogs, so you will be hearing a lot of Donna. And I seriously own the a leonberger named Donna, don't mock her! :(

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