Note: Ok, I know it's short. But, hey, I don't have any control over the characters. They just control me.
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My knees was feeling weaker every second while my lower lip was quivering, ready to burst into sobs. I knew I was shaking badly, and I couldn't do anything. I thought... Riska... oh, god, they couldn't be alive. They were burned... My vision started to blur, and I felt a wet tear slide down my left cheek.
My ears heard someone speaking to me, but my mind didn't understand. I couldn't understand what was happening. "Helga. Helga, can you hear me?" the voice whispered, "Helga!" Someone started to shake me, but my eyes never left the occupants in the room. Then someone appeared in front of me, blocking my view of my parents. Whoever this was, held my shoulders hands, one hand on each shoulder. I tried to wiggle free, but this person was strong and I couldn't see them again.
"Hel, look at me," I slowly turned towards the person that was talking. It was James. "Helga? Can you hear me?" When I didn't respond, he looked worried. He sighed, and softly whispered, "There are two choices. You can go back and live with your family and never remember what happened or that Riska ever came here. Or, you can stay with me and the others and live a life that you had once had."
I stared at him. I took a few shallow breaths and asked, "What about Olga?" He didn't respond. Oh God. I truly lost Olga. I truly lost my sister. All the times I've been mean to her, and she didn't even know it! I didn't move. My knees finally gave and I stood with James supporting me up. We slowly dropped to the floor. James was holding me and comforting me.
Minutes, maybe hours, drifted away. I couldn't tell anymore. "Helga."
"I need to go home," I finally whispered.
"As you wish, my queen." James took his hands and placed his fingers on the side of my temples, and then the darkness gradually overcame my thoughts.
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My knees was feeling weaker every second while my lower lip was quivering, ready to burst into sobs. I knew I was shaking badly, and I couldn't do anything. I thought... Riska... oh, god, they couldn't be alive. They were burned... My vision started to blur, and I felt a wet tear slide down my left cheek.
My ears heard someone speaking to me, but my mind didn't understand. I couldn't understand what was happening. "Helga. Helga, can you hear me?" the voice whispered, "Helga!" Someone started to shake me, but my eyes never left the occupants in the room. Then someone appeared in front of me, blocking my view of my parents. Whoever this was, held my shoulders hands, one hand on each shoulder. I tried to wiggle free, but this person was strong and I couldn't see them again.
"Hel, look at me," I slowly turned towards the person that was talking. It was James. "Helga? Can you hear me?" When I didn't respond, he looked worried. He sighed, and softly whispered, "There are two choices. You can go back and live with your family and never remember what happened or that Riska ever came here. Or, you can stay with me and the others and live a life that you had once had."
I stared at him. I took a few shallow breaths and asked, "What about Olga?" He didn't respond. Oh God. I truly lost Olga. I truly lost my sister. All the times I've been mean to her, and she didn't even know it! I didn't move. My knees finally gave and I stood with James supporting me up. We slowly dropped to the floor. James was holding me and comforting me.
Minutes, maybe hours, drifted away. I couldn't tell anymore. "Helga."
"I need to go home," I finally whispered.
"As you wish, my queen." James took his hands and placed his fingers on the side of my temples, and then the darkness gradually overcame my thoughts.