Chapter II
Family Reunion
The sky was dark, glistening with stars all around, I hummed as I strolled merely down the street. I felt an unusual amount of joy, however I could not for the life of me remember why. In fact, it completely escaped my mind why I was even outdoors so late at night; it's dangerous at this hour. Realizing the bags of groceries in my hands, I casually reminded myself I was on my way home after a pleasant late night trip to the store. I toddled down the pathway to my home, and, retrieving my key from my pocket; opened the door with only slight difficulty. It's always getting jammed, I keep reminding myself to get it fixed however I just simply never have the time… nor do I remember.
Walking inside I closed the door tightly behind me, and made sure to lock it to feel safer. I came up to the counter to set down my groceries, when I suddenly realized there were not any bags in my hand. Had I dropped them? Or did I never have them to begin with? Silly me, I thought, the market isn't even open this late. I walked over to the coat rack, originally intending to take off my coat, when I decided it was rather chilly in here and decided to keep it on anyway. Next to the coat rack I thoroughly inspected a picture hanging on the wall of my sister and I at the park. She was much shorter than me, and much more outgoing. At least, however, she had serious anger problems. Bursting out in rage at any given time, but I haven't seen her in a long time. Why was that? I couldn't remember, in fact I couldn't even remember her face anymore.
A glanced around some more and saw all my candles and ceremonial rugs and objects spread out across the room. Skulls, necklaces, locks of hair, all that kinds of stuff. Gee, I do some awfully weird things in my spare time. Quiet footsteps as well as mild chatter coming from upstairs broke my thought, perhaps it was my sister? I walked up the stairs quietly in the bitter silence of the night, and came to a small hallway at the top of the stairs that led to two separate bedrooms. I walked over to the one on the side of the house of which I heard the footsteps, and opened the door slowly. In the middle of the room, surrounded by different objects of mystery and lit candles that flickered in the dark, sat a women with long, dark, curly hair that came down to her waist. She looked nothing like the women I was standing with in the picture. There was also no one else in the room, who was she talking to? She opened her eyes, revealing two deep green emeralds, and instantly her calm state was lost; she screamed out of horror. Why had she screamed? Was I disturbing her? She must be insane, I concluded.
"What do you want? Why are you here, please, don't hurt me!" she yelled, I felt upset that this women was in my house and felt like she had the right to yell at me. "Why am I here? What are you doing in my house is the real question. Where's my sister?" I replied.
"Sister? I don't know what you are talking about! I have lived here the past year, no one else, please, you don't want to do this!"
Do what? I didn't quite understand that last bit.
"MY SISTER! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
I screamed in retaliation, in case she didn't hear me properly the first time. She broke out in tears and lay across the floor. The lack of answers I was getting started to enrage me, I was already confused enough. I squeezed my fists and realized I was tightening my grasp on some object, what could this new found object be? I looked down at it for a moment and confirmed it was indeed a knife, very carefully sharpened too. Where did I get that? Or have I been holding it this entire time, without noticing?
"Please don't hurt me, I haven't done anything I swear, I don't know where you sister is!"
Suddenly it crossed my mind that the reason I hadn't seen my sister in so long, nor could I remember her face, was because she was not even alive any longer.
"MY SISTER, S-I-S-T-E-R, WHERE IS SHE WHERE IS SHE WHERE IS SHE!" I'm so angry! Why does no one ever know what im talking about? Could I make myself any clearer? No! I noticed I was flailing my arms around in a fit, why did this lady have to be working me up so much? She cried out in terror, tears running down her cheeks. This doesn't help answer me, why is she so afraid? I stood there a moment in silence and still no answer, did I ask that or think it? I couldn't recall. Why was she so afraid? More silence. Where's my sister? Who are you? Nothing. I could feel my face turn red, what rage I was feeling! Who does she think she is? To break into my home and anger me so! Stepping closer, she curled up even more. What are you so afraid of? Then I considered the possibility, was she the one who killed my sister? That would explain so much, especially the knife in my hand.
That was it, concluding that she was definitely the killer of my dear sister, I lifted my right arm high up and drove the blade deep into her soft flesh. She screamed in pain and agony, and blood covered the floor. A few stabs later and the screaming stopped, although it made an awful mess of my arms and clothing. Even in death she was angering me. "What are you afraid of?" I calmly asked, thinking perhaps I never asked that out loud. No answer. I sat on my bed a moment and glanced across the room at my trinkets. On the bedside table I found a notebook entitled; "Ann Hibbins Diary." Hibbins? That isn't my name, and this diary isn't mine either. Upon further inspection I found that most of these trinkets didn't belong to me; perhaps this wasn't my house after all? I came over to the open bedroom window that let in a cool breeze and the glow of moon. Checking my hands, I noticed there was no longer a knife in them. Did I drop it? Or did I never have it to begin with? I climbed down the window and set foot on the cold, earthy ground once more. A thought crossed my mind, if this was not my house, then who was the girl in the photograph? Perhaps I never had a sister to begin with, either. Time to head home I thought to myself, and I continued to hum myself a song as I continued walking down the street in the moonlight.