Chapter three: What's going on?
Lydia barges into Britty's room.
"What just happened down there!?"
"I don't know, please just leave me alone."
"What do you mean you don't know, you know exactly what happened
down there!"
"Its too complicated, I can't explain it."
"I'm your cousin, you can tell me anything."
"Dinner's ready!" Delia shouted out.
"Come on, let go downstairs."
"I'm not coming."
"Britty you have to eat."
"Just tell your dad I'm not hungry."
"Okay."
"Well, just get some rest at least."
"Where's Britty?" Delia says.
"She doesn't want to come downstairs."
"Well did she at least tell you what happened?"
"No, she just said that its hard to explain."
"Maybe she'll feel better tomorrow."
"Hopefully, its her first time her and already she's having a bad day."
2:04 a.m.
"Britty, Britty." A voice whispered.
"Your running out of time."
"If you don't succeed, your family will vanish."
"Forever."
Britty arises from her bed.
"Its just a nightmare."
"It wasn't real." Britty rapped her arms around her legs and started rocking back and forth.
"Good morning" Britty says with a cheerful voice as she came into the kitchen."
"What's for breakfast?!
"So you feel better." Charles says.
"Yeah, just peachy."
"Well, here's some pancakes with sausage and some orange juice." Delia says.
"so, your sure your okay."
"I'm find Lydia. Its just that I wasn't myself yesterday."
"Okay."
A knock at the door caught Britty's attention.
"Hey what ca doing" Lydia says as she entered the room.
"Nothing, just looking at some pictures, wanna see."
Lydia walks over to Britty's bed and sat beside her.
"Wow, my mother was beautiful" Britty said with a sad voice.
"You know you can't blame yourself of what happened" Lydia said.
"I know, but she died because of me, if I wasn't born maybe she still be alive."
"She died of birth complications, it wasn't you fault."
Britty just stared at Lydia.
"What about you Lydia, your mother died too.
"And you react as if the whole damn world died by dressing gothic!" Britty said with a toneful voice.
"Hey that doesn't have to do with my mother's accident!"
"You never use to dress like that."
"How do you know that, you haven't seen me in years."
"Well your dad pretty much talks about it."
"You mean, my dad talks about how I changed since my mother's death."
"yeah pretty much, he tells grams everything."
"Grams?"
"Grandma."
"Oh."
"Well, maybe we should drop this."
"It was neither of our fault about our mother's deaths."
"yea."
"Well, wanna look at some pictures now."
"sure."
"Hey Lydia, I save this picture of you and your mother on Christmas, I thought you like to have it.
"Sure, I love to have it."
"Thanks."
"your welcome."
Well there's till more to come.Don't worry the story will get better I promise.
