I couldn't believe it.
He had changed so much. There were new wrinkles on his face and his voice was gruff and so different from what I reamembered it to be. HIs eyes as of made of stone dart angrily from side to side.
"Uncle William," I say in disbelief. I have the sudden urge to go up to him and hug him. Deep down I had actually missed him. Not him alone, but everyone.
There was a car behind him that I recognized to be Hana's parents' car. Is she here? Who else is here? Is Grace here? What aboute Brian, did he get paired with someone else after me?
All these questions about what I left behind come rushing back to me in one great, big wave. Hitting me harder han anything else.
The car door opens and Hana comes out. She hasn't changed much. Wearing a green knee length dress, with her blonde air flowing behind her, and green eyes glossy, someone might as well have called her a princess from one of the stories my mother had told Rachel and me when we were young.
Thats when I notice that she begins to walk toward Julian's direction. I twist my body and see that Julian has a bullet somewhere in him, the blood is coming out from... How come I didn't here th bullet being shot? What has gone wrong with me. Jenny comes out the car next, then Rachel, then Aunt Carol. Everyone from my past looks at me with hard and cold eyes. I wait. And wait. We all stand in silence, not knowing what to say. That is when she finally comes out.
Grace.
Though she hadn't come out of the car, she came out the homestead, where all the... Had Grace run away too?
No, that wasn't possible. She wouldn't do that to herself. Not if she loved. Not if she cared.
The silence becomes quite tiring and I am first to speak.
"I'm Cured," I say.
Uncle William and Aunt Carol look quite baffled at my sudden remark and plaster a, I'm not fooled, look on their faces.
"Well, if you are than why won't you show us your scar?" asks Aunt Carol with thick sarcasm in her voice of caringness. If she had actually cared about me, then she wouldn't have made me live by lie about my life and about my family. Slowly I remove my hair with my hand that covers my left ear , and raise m y head showing the scar that Raven and Tack had made back in the Wilds.
"Okay, but that still doesn't explain why you choose to stay here in this terribly infected, dirty place. Or, does it?" says Uncle William.
"As a matter of fact it really does show why I have decided to make this my real home. The people who have given me this scar are actuelly counted as a family to me unlike you guys who kept me your house as a lie, the have kept me safe, and healthy and I can trust them without doubt. My mom is alive, and you guys lied to me that she actually dead, I certainly belived all the stories that the place ahd told me. I was an orphan who lived with her aunt and uncle. Love is a disesase. I belived. I actally believed in tht nonsense. How can love be a disease in the first place? I should be able to trust my family, shall I not?" I cock my head to a side , challenging anyone to speak.
I turn around to see Julian pale with fear as he looks at me. He wasn't shot.