THE DEMON TRAYLEN FILES

by BizarrePineapple15

Chapter 21: CHANGES

"Woah, what happened?" I asked, storming into the hospital ward and running to the only occupied bed. I gazed into it and saw the mangled body of my sister Siren. I hadn't seen her in a while, but I didn't want to see her like this. "That's horrible," I exclaimed. Her body was all twisted and broken, and the only thing reassuring me was that her chest was going up and down. She was still breathing.

Siren gazed up as me with her wet eyes. "Demon..." she said.

"What? Tell me!" I begged. "How did this happen?"

"Car crash," she replied weakly. "I got flung through the windscreen."

"Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry," I said, every word having meaning to it. A tear started to roll down my cheek, and I don't cry much. I looked at her. "Siren, I love you," I replied.

"And I love you," she said. "Goodbye..." she said, and she closed her eyes. Her chest stopped going up and down. Siren Abigail Traylen was dead. My sister was dead. I lay by her body for about ten minutes, crying all the time, before Mark, who'd come to the hospital with me, tried to wrench me away from her. I struggled but eventually he dragged me, kicking and screaming, for the ward.

As he drove me back to Elm Tree House, my eyes burned and stung viciously, like a swarm of killer wasps were circling my face. The tears didn't stop rolling down my cheeks, not even when we got back to Elm Tree House. I ran upstairs into my room and slammed the door shut with fury and rage and anger and passion. I pushed a wooden set of drawers in front of my door to act as a barricade so nobody could reach me. There came a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" asked Mark.

"NO!" I screamed.

"Look, we're all really, really sorry," he said.

"JUST GO AWAY!" I shouted.

"Look, we thought you'd want to come downstairs. Elektra's leaving now, and we thought you'd want to say goodbye to her." I reluctantly pushed the set of drawers away from the door and opened it. Mark looked at me. "Come on," he said, and we walked downstairs. Elektra was outside next to a silver BMW. Mike was with her, and he climbed into the driver's seat of the car. Elektra turned to me.

"Goodbye Demon," she whispered, a tear starting to appear in her eye, and she waved at everybody, and climbed into the car. Mike drove away and Elektra was gone, gone to live miles and miles away, far away from me and Elm Tree House and everybody else. My sister had just died and my best friend had just left my life. Nothing was good. Everything was bad. It was the worst morning of my life, and it was going to take a very, very long time for me to get over this.

Not all stories have to have a happy ending...

The new story, which I've decided is going to begin in February, will be called "The Dumping Ground Diaries". It will be like TDG on TV, with each series comprising of thirteen 'episodes'. Episode 1 will be called "Discovery in the DG".

Thank you for all the people who've read, reviewed and enjoyed this story since March 2012, and I hope you enjoyed it.