Sorry. I forgot to put an intro thing at the beginning and end of my last chapter. On with the story at hand.
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Callie's POV (if you don't know who she, is read the first and second chapter again)
"Jenny! Audrey! Jenny Audreeeeeey!" I screamed, my voice sounding hoarse and raspy as my sister and cousin faded into the blackness. Leaving me alone and frightened. I woke up from my dream, taking quick breaths. I was in my room with the familiar night-light by my bed. Ever since Jenny and Audrey disappeared three years ago, I had been deathly afraid of the dark. I turned in my bed to see my alarm clock. It read 7:30am. Time to get up. Even though it was Saturday, I had a house to run. Once Jenny disappeared, my mom had gone into a sickening depression. She never smiled or got out of bed. She was wasting away. I became the full time maid, cook, and caretaker. I've managed to keep this up for three whole years. Not bad for twelve years old, hu? Well that's what loosing your family does to you. I quickly grew up from a whiney nine-year-old with a toddler mindset, into a self-dependent twelve-year-old with a thirty-year-old mindset in less then a few years. After I got dressed, I went down the hall to my Mom's room. She was lying on her bed sleeping. She was whimpering "Jenny" intermittently. Her pale face seemed a constant stream of tears. Anyone who looked at her, even those who had the cruelest hatred hardened in their hearts, would have been softened to tears by her frail corpse. I shut the door and left her to her tortured dreams. At least she was sleeping.
I was walking to the kitchen to make breakfast when I heard a knock on the door. I trotted over to the door and answered it.
"Hey, Cal."
"Hey, Bill." I let Bill inside and he sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"So. How's life in the world of Bill." I asked while I poured him some orange juice.
"Pretty uneventful. Passed my math final. I can now officially enter into the ninth grade next year."
"That is a big surprise." I replied sarcastically. I, on the other hand, had to drop out of school so I could get a job. I work a paper route every other day making not-enough-money. Bill has supported me with all the money he earns from stocking video games at Game Stop.
"Well, how's Aunt Beth doing?" he asked reluctantly.
"The doctors came to check her condition again." There was an awkward pause. "Her weight has dropped again. They might have to take her to a hospital and hook her up to IVs and feeding tubes. Their main concern is her body isn't accepting food. If they don't get her to a hospital within the next month, food tubes and IVs won't help." My eyes started swell. Bill put his arm around my shoulder.
"It will be alright." He said softly. I threw his arm off.
"There's no need to sugar coat it! She's dying Bill! The last person in my immediate family is dying! First the divorce, then Jenny, now Mom…." I broke down sobbing. "I can't pay for a hospital, Bill! What am I going to do?" He rocked me back and forth.
"It's ok. I miss my sister too." His voice cracked.
"Why did they have to die?" I spoke with my face buried in his sweatshirt. He grabbed me by my shoulders and held me out in front of him.
"Theyaren't dead! I know they aren't! Maybe they just…" His voice trailed off listening into the silence. We hoped someone would answer our three year long prayers. Someone, anyone, to come to us and say, "Jenny and Audrey are fine. They are on their way home!" I would give just about anything to hear someone say that. Anything.
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