Chapter 15
Trapped in the Past

.:Violet:.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She wasn't on the bounty anymore. The wooden floor boards were an oak colour and the wallpaper that was pasted on the walls were a warm yellow with red autumn leaves blowing away by the wind. It was the same pattern. On the floor, there was a red rug and there was also a bed with a desk nearby.

Violet slowly made her way to the desk and saw a couple photo frames. The first one contained a drawing that looked like it was done by a four year old. It was a stick figure with an orange triangle for the dress with two yellow lines coming from the red. Violet guessed it was hair. There were red lips and blue eyes on the face as well. The purple ninja smiled and her fingers traced over the figure. It was standing in what looked like a meadow with the sun presented above the head.

She then went to the next photo frame. This time, it was a real photo. There was a little girl on a red rug; it looked the same as the one in this room. The little girl had blonde hair and blue eyes like the stick figure. The girl was smiling with her little white teeth showing. In here hands were two toys. A rabbit and a teddy bear.

Violet recognized the toys as the ones she used to treasure as a kid. But there was no way this little kid was her right? Violet picked up the frame and walked to the mirror that was handing up on the wall. She turned the photo and she started to investigate. They had the same nose, mouth and… jaw line but nothing else. Violet had lavender eyes while this girl had blue. But they both did have blonde hair… Violet's was blonde when she was a kid but due to being on the streets, it had changed her hair to go into a caramel colour.

She flipped the picture around and looked at the name. Well, there wasn't a name but it was covered in what looked like mud. It was dried so even if Violet did try to remove it, it'll just damage the frame. But the date the photo was taken was '2nd of March in 1996'… That's a couple months before she was born.

Violet went back to the desk and placed the photo down and she went to look at the next frame. It was a family portrait and she nearly cried once she her parents in it. They were on a couch with the little girl between them and she was holding something in her arms. Violet looked closer to see a baby wrapped in fine silk.

She flipped the frame around. '19th of July in 1996'. That was a whole week after she was born. She looked towards her parents in the frame. She had forgotten what they had looked like. It has been twelve years since they died and she only had a mental image of them.

Her father had blonde hair which was neatly cut. His dull brown eyes seemed to sparkle in this photo. He was stocky built since he was a police man now that she remembered. Her mother on the other hand had light brown hair. It was in a bun and there were white flowers inserted in them. Her blue eyes were surrounded by purple eye shadow and her lips were a soft pink colour. She was an image of beauty if Violet was honest. She was a jewel crafter, a very creative and skilled one at that.

Her eyes watered and she grabbed the photo frame and kept it close to her chest… but who is the little girl? She placed the frame down and went to the wardrobe. There were outfits in the color of yellow, orange, red and only two that were white. She found a pink bag at the bottom and she picked it up. Inside was a pencil case, books and a name tag. Scarlet Emerson. That was her surname too.

Maybe she had an older sister that she never knew? But it did seem her parents did like colour names. Violet quickly went to exit the room and she found herself in a corridor belonging to her old home. She welled up with tears and looked at the door. She remembered it was the door that her parents always kept lock. She started to walk down the corridor and she went into her parent's study.

She saw a calendar hanging on the wall with the dates crossed out. It was a 2002 calendar and the dates were crossed out until one date… '24th of October'. It was the day her parents died. That extremely painful day…

She was sleeping peacefully until a nightmare stuck at her heart. The young Violet sat up in her bed, the nightmare still haunting her mind. With tears running down her eyes, she grabbed her toy rabbit and dashed to her parents' room. Her parents were reading on their bed when she entered. Instantly, her father got out of the bed and scooped her up into his arms.

"Another bad dream sweetie?" He asked as he patted her back. She nodded into his shoulder, clutching her rabbit tightly. She felt him sit on the bed and she felt her mother's delicate hand rubbed her head.

"It's okay honey, mummy and daddy are here for you." Her mother's silk voice reached her but Violet shuddered.

"B-but you weren't… In my dream you guys were gone." The six year old cried.

"But we're here now aren't we?" Her father asked her with a husky voice. Violet nodded her head. But suddenly, a sound of glass shattering was heard.

"What was that?" Her mother asked as she looked towards the door. Violet looked as well.

"I don't know but I'll check it out, I want you two to stay here okay?" Her dad asked and he passed Violet to her mother.

"Mummy… what do you think is happening?" She asked as her father left the room.

"I don't know but it's nothing. Your daddy is a police man and he'll be fine." But Violet could see fear in her mother's eyes. Suddenly, another thud was heard downstairs as well as a gunshot that rang out in the air. "Get underneath the bed." Her mother stood up and placed Violet on the floor. The little girl obeyed and went underneath the bed where there were many boxes filled with awards. She watched as her mother went to barricade the door with her dresser. Violet was confused, her dad was a police man so wouldn't he have a gun?

But as her mum went to place another item to prevent the door from opening, it swung right open, knocking the dresser over and her mum fell backwards. Violet was about to cry but a voice in her head stopped her.

'Don't say anything'

Violet stiffened and questioned the voice asking simple questions such as who are you.

'Now is not the time, just say silent'

Violet obeyed the voice and looked from underneath the bed as two guys dragged her father in except… he was dead with a gunshot through his lower left shoulder where her head was lying just before. She clasped a hand over her mouth to stiffen the cry but her mother cried out in vain and grief.

"Shut up you horrible wretch!" One of the men said. They were both covered in black clothing and they both had ski masks over their face.

"Tell us where the diamonds are!" The other shouted pointing the gun at her mother.

"W-what diamonds?" Her mother cried as the guy with the gun finger rested on the trigger.

"The expensive diamonds you craft that will make us filthy rich!" He shouted and dumped Violet's father on the floor before going towards her mother and towered over her.

"They're all in the museums and shops!" Her mum shouted but the man pulled the trigger and shot her mum through the chest. Violet could feel a scream coming up into her throat but she kept her tiny hands pressed firmly to her mouth and her elbows tried to bring her toy rabbit closer to her.

"I guess they're not here then, let's go before the cops come, who knows if that police man called back-up or not." And both men left. Violet quickly scrambled out from underneath the bed and she went to her mother's side.

"Mummy! Mummy!" She cried as she shook her mother's shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Don't leave me! You promised you'll be here for me! You can't die!"

But she didn't get a response. She left her mother's side and went to her father's.

"Daddy? Daddy!" She shook him too but nothing happened.

After that, the cops came and they sent her to an orphanage.

Violet started to cry and she sank to the floor. Why was she here?

"Don't cry Violet." Violet tensed and she turned around to see a young woman, maybe four years older than her. Violet quickly stood up.

"Who are you and why are you here?!" Violet shouted and her hand to look for a dagger but they weren't any around her waist. Her hands quickly wiped the tears away.

"Please, just calm down, I'll explain everything in a moment." And then Violet recognized the voice.

"W-wait, you have the same voice I hear in my head." Violet said and she looked at this woman. She was wearing blue jeans that hugged her legs and a dull orange tank top was underneath a black cardigan. She had blonde hair which was tied up in a high pony tail. Her wide blue eyes looked straight through her. A shiver ran down Violet's eyes. "Tell me who you are!"

"My name is Scarlet… You know who that is right?" Violet shook her head stubbornly.

"There's no way I have a sister." The purple ninja snapped and walked backwards when 'Scarlet' went to come closer.

"Listen to me please!"

"Why should I? Isn't twelve years enough?" Violet hissed and she dodged the woman's arms and ran. Just as she turned into the kitchen, Scarlet was already there.

"Yes, I am your sister but just hear me out." Scarlet pleaded but Violet shook her head.

"No, answer my questions first."

"Fine."

"How come you're in my head and not alive?"

"I died after four months you were born."

"How? I don't believe in the crap that people come back alive from the dead unless you're from the Underworld." Violet hissed.

"I had a rare form of cancer and there was no way for the doctors to save me and they told me that I had only two months remaining to live."

"But… weren't you only four?" Violet asked her voice softer than it was before.

"Like I said a rare form of cancer." Scarlet replied and walked forward, this time Violet didn't flinch or move back. "I've always wanted to meet you in person though." The blonde smiled softly and then hugged Violet. She froze at first but she then melted into the embrace.

"So you're really my sister? How come mum or dad never told me? How come you can only be in my head? Why am I here and-"

"Shh, your answers will be answered, you're just a little bit overwhelmed at the moment so just breathe and clear your thoughts and I'll start from the very beginning okay?"

"Alright…" Violet sighed. She hoped this wasn't a dream because knowing that someone from her family is still alive, it made her very happy… Well Scarlet is dead but she's here and Violet could talk to her. But it was still awkward. Scarlet, guided her little sister to the dining room and they both sat around the circular table.

Thanks to: DeliciouslyDangerous1, Guest, Himeno Kazehito, LloydLover, Crystalapple1 and ForeverDream12! So what do you think of Violet now? I had the death thing for her parents planned out ages ago but the sister and voice thing was thought of a couple of weeks ago but I had so my problems with trying to figure how she died… Please review! ;)