." "You shouldn't be here Keith." "Why?" "Please go." "What's your secret?" "I'll tell you someday, not today though." "I want to be your friend Helena, let me be." "We'll talk in school, don't tell anyone you've been here." "I won't. I'll see you tomorrow then." "Yes, and thanks again for the letter." "And another thing, lock the door behind me." "I will."
"Coffee?" "No thanks." The weather started getting colder as winter was approaching. It had been a month already since school started and Keith and Helena kept on talking but she never revealed anything about her life.
"It's cold Hel, drink some." "I'm fine." "If you say so." She let out a cold smile that nobody had ever seen before. "You're smiling." "I haven't smiled in ages." "You should do it more often, it makes you even more beautiful." She looked down at her feet and wiped the smile of her face. "About that biology project, would you mind coming over to my house? We can work on it together." After some seconds of thought Helena looked back at him. "Why don't you come over to mine?" "Sure." "Come on, you can come over today." She walked and he followed her.
The gates creaked as she pushed them open. "Come inside, quick." "Why all the hiding?" She ran up to her room and he followed her. "Close the door behind you." They both opened their biology books and researched the Blueprint of life for genetic information and other stuff they were barely interested in. "This is boring." Keith said as he let out a small laugh. "We still have to do it sometime." "Sometime, but not necessarily today." He closed his book and laid down on the bed and looked around. "That picture of your mother still astonishes me. She looks like a copy of you." Helena closed her book and stared at the picture as tears swelled up in her eyes. "What happened to her?" "She died." "I'm sorry." "It's ok." He got off her bed and went up to her. He placed his hand on her hips from behind and tucked her closer to him. "What's your story Helena?" "I don't want to talk about it." "Why not?" Suddenly a loud doorbell rang. "You have a door bell?" "Yeah but only two people know about it." She ran down the stairs and opened the door.
"You're here!" "I know darling, we are. I'm so glad you're safe." "I am gran." She said as she hugged her grandmother tight. "We came as soon as possible." Her grandfather said as she hugged him next. "They already knew I was living here. All they want to do now is take everything away from me." Helena said calmly. "What other information have they got?" "Everything. My name, address, everything." "They'll be after you, they'll kill you." "They can't kill me. Remember who I am gran." "I know dear, leave everything to me and grandpa. We're not going to let history repeat."
"Who's that?" Her grandfather whispered as he pointed to the boy standing in the stairwell. "My friend, Keith." "Nice to meet you Keith, come join us for tea." "It's ok. I have to go anyway. I'll see you tomorrow Helena." "Bye."
"Does he know?" "Not a clue." "He's in danger." "I tried telling him that, he won't listen." "You're in a bigger danger with him." "Does it still count for me?" "It will make you weaker, for sure. Unless he's…." "He's not. He would've known about me."
"Go rest dear, we're here now." Her grandmother's white hair glittered in the only light coming from the chandelier in the living room as she stroked Helena's black hair. Helena nodded and ran off to her room.
"Those evil little monsters, I'm not letting them take her away from me. They already took away Carla, not Helena now, definitely not." "Calm down Elizabeth, we won't let them take her away, she's too powerful anyway." "What about that boy? He can let her down." "I know our Helena; she's too strong for that." "But John…" "We will protect her Elizabeth." He replied as he sat down in the leather armchair. White smoke trailed from his pipe as he filled the living room with a strong smell of tobacco. "Why are you so calm about this John? You know how this works. They'll do anything to get rid of her, anything." "I didn't have what I have now to protect Carla. Now I'm angry, furious, devastated. I'll do anything for her. Kill if possible." Elizabeth sat on the opposite armchair after she lit the fireplace. The glistening fire lit up the whole room.
"It's been a while since I've seen some light in this house." Helena said as she slowly came down the stairs leading to the living room. "They'll know you're not alone now. Go rest honey." "You think they'll be scared of you? Please gran, they weren't even afraid of me." "Go sleep, you need to rest. Now we're here to protect you, you can sleep safely." "I can't sleep!" Helena shouted like she needed to get it off her chest. With that tears came out of her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth's face got really serious as she stood up. "I've been seeing mum." "What?" John exclaimed.
"Every night, as I lay in my bed, I hear a voice, outside my window, saying 'Save me, save me'. I get out of bed and open the curtains to look out the window and she's there. Her blue eyes shining and her black hair looks like silk. She has sorrow in her eyes and a sad smile on her face. I run out from my room and outside. As soon as she sees me coming out the back door she looks at me with a look of despair and helplessness in her eyes. It's only for a few seconds then she walks away and disappears into thin air." "Are you sure you're not dreaming or imagining?" "It feels so real. I could feel the sadness and the cold. Sometimes I just feel like grabbing her and take her inside with me but I never have the time. She's alive, I know it." "Don't get your hopes up." "I want to save her if she's still alive, and I'll do anything to get her back gran."