Notes: This is a meanwhile from when Willow and Wilson were on the walk. It is back at base, with Wendy. It's also quite short sorry. Meh.
Chapter 3: A Ghostly Revival
Wendy watched the two young adults walk off without her. No goodbye, no nothing. She didn't really mind. Wendy walked along to the crock pot. She had never used it before, but she was sure she could handle it. She had made meals for Mama when she was mournful of Abbi. Wendy searched the chest. All there was were some eel and lichen. Wendy was sure she had seen Wilson make some sushi out of this. She popped in the eel. And then the lichen. Wilson told her not to touch it, he needed to do his sciency business on it, but he wouldn't mind. It was rotting anyway. Wendy lit the fire underneath the crock pot with the extra torch and it began cooking.
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Wendy had finished her sushi - it wasn't very tasty-and was now cleaning up and thinking of excuses to stealing Wilson's lichen,when abruptly, something in her pocket began to let off an eerie fuschia glow. Wendy dug around in her pocket for the item and found an odd flower, just like her's. It was Abbi's. She had ripped it off before she ran away. Wendy held it up to her face and examined it. She could hear a faint whisper from inside it.
"Let me out Wen!" it cried.
It was Abbi.
"Abbi!" Wendy cried, tears spilling down her dirty face."I thought you were dead!"
"Wen, let me out!"
"How?"
"A sacrifice."
Wendy looked up, a lovely butterfly was pollinating a wildflower. Wendy creeped forward and...
"Got you!" she said as she ripped off its beautiful wings. They would make a nice addition to her collection. But now what. Wendy looked around. No Abigail. It was a trick.
Wendy started bawling like a baby, her head in her tiny caloussed hands. She had never shown any emotion since the day Abbi was found lifeless, that cold Winter night. Ever since then, Wendy had been bereaved, forlon. Wendy remembered the day she ran away.
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6-year-old Wendy trotted down the stairs to find her older step-sister Abigail screaming in her Mama's face.
"YOU EASILY COULD OF SAVED HIM!" she hollered.
"Darling, I couldn't have!" her mother replied.
"I'M NOT YOUR DARLING, NOT EVEN YOUR REAL DAUGHTER ALSO, YOU HAD TWO LIFEJACKETS, TWO!"
Wendy knew what they were talking about, his father had died on their wedding day, he drowned in the lake when they were canoeing.
"Darling ple-" Mama said, but was interrupted by Abbi slamming the door in her face. Wendy's Mother cried on the kitchen floor, left alone, with Abigail's flower in her hands. The next day, Abigail was found under the snow, dead. Wendy was never the same, and neither was her Mama.
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Wendy was snapped back into the present by a soft prodding at her back. She turned around.
"Abbi!" Wendy cheered, full of joy "It wasn't a trick!"
Except Abigail was floating 3 feet off the ground.