Author note: I only own my OC. Don't sue me please I'm broke.

Here we go! What is Kenna going to do now that she remembers some of her past? Wallow in misery or suck it up and figure out how to survive?

Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Run

My eyes closed as the flame settled into my heart. Once it found its home I saw flashes of memories. I remembered my name, the faces of my family and for a brief moment I was happy. Then I remembered more details. How our parents died and the hatred in my brothers eyes who at nine years old believed his sister killed their parents to spite him. As more memories came I slowly sunk to the ground feeling the familiar sting of tears but nothing would fall from my eyes. I saw my brothers hatred grow as our uncle, Alexander, took us in. When uncle Alex realized how my brother felt he did his best to try and change his mind and after six month it looked like it worked, but it didn't. Not really. Aeron simply learned how to mask his feelings on the outside, but when we were alone he made sure I knew just how he felt. I never said anything about it, but thinking back now, I should have.

I was fourteen and as much as I know differently now back then I believed him, and as a result never tried to stopped him. The snide remarks, glares, and "accidental" trips. I believed I deserved it and let him take out his aggressions on me. As time went on and the years passed it got worse. The snide remarks I would get when he was nine were followed by a punch in the ribs when he was eleven. It wasn't until I finally stood up to him on the third anniversary of their death that things started to change. I was seventeen and Aeron had just turned twelve about a week ago. Uncle Alex had sent us to therapy right after our parents died and it really helped me.

My therapist, Dr. Wilson, would have me tell him what happened that day if he thought I was being to hard on myself. My response would be the same every time and partially based off what I learned after the investigation into the fire. The "cute little critters" in the attic my mom refused to call an exterminator for had half chewed some of the electrical wires in the attic. It had rained earlier in the day and one of the leaks in the roof caused an electrical short that resulted in the attic catching fire. My parents were in their room. My mom had finally convinced my dad to help rearrange their bedroom earlier that morning so he was most likely moving her bookcase while she was telling him when to stop from across the room. The roof started to cave in over their bedroom and the ceiling couldn't hold up the weight of it and collapsed. Mom died instantly and dad lived long enough to see us one last time before he joined mom after making sure I got Aeron and myself out of there alive. It hurt each time I had to say it but eventually going over what happened that day helped me realize that I was at fault for nothing. This was a horrible accident and no one could have predicted it.

On the third anniversary of our parents death uncle Alex was down in the car and we were on our way to the cemetery when Aeron tried to kick me the rest of the way down the stairs. I'd just managed to catch myself on the railing and turned around to glare at him. I watched as his smirk slowly left his face when he realized I wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. Our uncle ran back inside when he heard me screaming and froze when he heard exactly what it was I was saying. After separating us he spoke to us separately to figure out what was going on. I told everything Aeron had done when his back was turned and exactly why. By the time I finished explaining everything I was in tears and uncle Alex had his head in his hands. He couldn't believe he never noticed anything and apologized for being so blind. I told him it wasn't his fault, if anything it was mine for being silent for so long and he just held me for a while. I never said anything about the tears that fell on my cheek. After we had both calmed down somewhat he went to go speak with Aeron. I still don't know what uncle Alex said to my brother but when I saw him on our way out to the car the mask he always wore was gone and all the hatred he felt was clear as day on his face and would not speak let alone look at me.

A year later my brothers attitude hadn't improved at all. Occasionally I would try to ask him a question and he would snap out a response and walk away. Other times he would yell at me to shut up or go away. When uncle Alex was in ear shot he would immediately put a stop to Aeron's yelling but it usually ended with him calling me a killer either way. My response would usually be to try to explain what happened that day but I was too upset to do it calmly and it would end up with us screaming at each other and our uncle separating us. I could see how much it wore out uncle Alex to see us like this so after I graduated high school and got into a local college I applied to live on campus for my first year. My uncle was so happy when I told him I got accepted and while he was sad that I wanted to live on campus he understood. Things did get better at home. Uncle Alex kept in contact with me through e-mail and phone calls. He would always let me know how Aeron was doing and I was glad that his attitude was improving. He had joined the high schools soccer team and was a sweeper. Their team managed to go to the state tournament. They placed second and Alex sent me a copy of the team photograph with my brother holding up the trophy. He looked happy.

Ten months later Aeron disappeared. As soon as I heard I went straight home with the help of my across the hall neighbor in the dorms who overheard my panicked packing and knocked on my door to see if I was okay. It was probably the first time I poke with them really. Her name was Margret and she was an art major in her second year. When she parked in front of my house I told her thank you for the hundredth time and she gave me her number in case I needed a ride back. I grabbed my bag out of her trunk and said thank you again as I ran to the front door past the cop cars in the drive way and into the house. Uncle Alex was there speaking with the officers and looked up when I dropped my bag on the floor by the door. I ran into his arms and started crying. The officers moved into the kitchen so Alex could calm me down. When he was sure I was fine for the moment he went into the kitchen to finish answering their questions. They planned on asking me questions but my uncle refused saying I was at school the entire time and hadn't spoken to Aeron since I moved on campus.

As weeks turned into months we never heard any progress. The only thing the officers knew for sure was that he disappeared at the park after running for a soccer ball his friend, Ian, kicked into the woods. His friend said after a minute he called out to Aeron but when he heard no response he thought Aeron was trying to scare him. He had walked closer to the edge of the field in front of the trees when he heard a strangled scream and ran in to see what was happening after telling another teen nearby to call the cops. The only thing they found was some blood and tracks that told the officers on scene that he was attacked and dragged away.

A couple months into my brothers disappearance Ian went missing from the same park. Parents stopped bringing their kids there and my uncle warned me to stay away but I didn't listened. I needed to know what happened to my brother and the investigation was going nowhere. So one day I left campus and took a bus back home when uncle Alex was at work. I grabbed my emptied backpack and filled it with an emergency first aid kit, water, a flashlight and some snacks. I had changed into some darker clothes just in case and put on a dark navy long sleeved shirt, dark washed jeans and slipped on some tennis shoes. I had my phone fully charged in my front pocket and set off towards the park.

When I got there I saw some of the left over crime scene tape stuck on one of the trees near the edge of the field and headed past it. It wasn't too dark yet so I put my flashlight in one of the water bottle holders on the side of by bag and followed the left over yellow tape and markers to where my brother was taken. When I reached where my brother disappeared I set my bag down and started to look around the area. An hour into my search I heard a branch snap and looked up panicked. I didn't see anyone at first but then I thought I heard something so I stopped and waited. When I started pulling my phone out of my pocket in case I needed to call for help something happened. The next thing I knew I was flat on my back staring up at the sky. A few fat drops of rain landed on my forehead, snapped me out of my shock and I quickly scrambled to my feet.

I looked around for my phone and found it shattered to pieces on the forest floor. Turning around I started to run back out of the forest when I heard a familiar voice call my name weakly. It was my brothers. I tuned back around and peered into the forest and saw some movement and a shadow. It was in the shape of a person and I froze in both fear and hope. While this could be my brothers killer I swear I thought I heard his voice. As the shadow came closer they stopped right in the most shaded part of the woods for a moment before taking a step closer so I could make out their face. It was Aeron!

As soon as my mind processed what my eyes were seeing I ran forward with tears streaming down my face and hugged him. He didn't hug me back but I assumed it was because he was exhausted. He was so pale and cold in his thin torn team jersey and black shorts. His shoes were gone and all I could think was how happy I was he was alive. That was when I heard it. A low deep growl started to come from my brothers chest and the sound was so inhuman I took a couple steps back in shock. As he brought his face up so I could get a clear look I saw his blood red eyes. I blinked and he was gone. I spun around, calling out his name trying to find him again and was tackled to the ground. Looking up I saw that it was my brother. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. I looked up at his face and he was smirking down at me. Aeron then spoke to me but what he said made my blood run cold. He said he was happy to see me, that his last snack got away and I looked like a tasty treat. Leaning down he licked the side of my neck and looked at me again.

This Aeron terrified me more than ever. I tried to get away from him and turned over to crawl out from under him clawing at the dirt that was slowly turning to mud in the rain. When I got one leg firmly planted and tried to put some distance between my brother and myself I was yanked back down by my pants leg, it ripping in the process. He looked back at me in mock hurt asking why I was running from him, all he wanted to do was play a game with his big sister. I managed to pull my leg away from him losing a part of my pants leg in the process and tried to get up and run. As I got to my feet and turned to run back out to the field Aeron cut me off again. I felt a burning pain running down my arm and grabbed it with my hand. Looking at it I saw blood starting to seep past my fingers. Looking up at my brother I saw him bring his hand up to his lips. His tongue licked at my blood dripping from his fingers and looking at me. He apologized but said he needed to make sure he didn't lose me when we started our game. I backed up slowly at first and into a tree, watching my brother's smile widen at the fear on my face. After a few seconds his smile fell and he tilted his head to the side looking at me like I had a few screws loose before asking me if I knew this was the part were I should be running. Shaking my head at first I tried to take a step towards him and ask what he was doing when he crouched down and let out a heart stopping snarl, yelling at me to start running.

I turned around and took off deeper into the trees trying to get to safety. I heard his laugh echoing in the trees as I ran sliding in the now mud to get away. The only thought on my mind being that this can't be real. This must be a nightmare. There's no way this monster was my brother.

This should be the last of any big flashbacks/memories. Let me know what you think. :)