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Cheshire-Charlotte



It was a cold and cloudy day.

The clouds seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

To most this day was just a dreary and depressing day usually good to go to movies or stay indoors, but there was one girl who insisted to stand outside under the threatening clouds.

It was sure to rain soon, anyone could taste it in the air, but nevertheless, she refused to come back inside.

Time seemed painfully slow to her, like someone was pushing against the hands of the clock to stop it but instead just slowed it down.

This day was just like all the rest, empty and numb, or maybe she was just exaggerating.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Now this girl does have a name, it is quite a pretty name.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her name was Charlotte.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte could smell the rain in the sky and see the clouds just like everyone else. She could hear the thunder in the distance and taste the moisture in the air. She could feel the dew and condensation sticking to her skin and making her palms clammy. Just like any normal person.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">But Charlotte was different.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her mind was set somewhere else despite the rumbling thunder and the moist air. She was thinking of her past.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Somewhere along the line she lost something, just like a little piece cracked off her and made her feel incomplete, no longer whole and it did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte's mother stormed out of the house, quite upset as she had been calling the girl for the last ten minutes with no response. She harshly grabbed Charlotte's arm and dragged her to her feet. "Come on Char, you can't keep moping around forever! What about me? What am I supposed to do with you?" She scolded. Charlotte blinked a few times realizing her mother was in front of her again and sighed. Her mother grabbed her arm and yanked her inside. "At least fix up your room! It's messy as hell! Looks like a bomb hit it!" He mother called after her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte hung her head and moped her way up the stairs and down the hall until she reached her room at the end. She pushed the freshly painted white door open and peered into her room. It was actually pretty tidy to an average person. Just an unmade bed and a couple of clothes and other things on the floor. Charlotte sighed and started picking things up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">It wasn't the same anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Life just wasn't good anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She pulled a box out from under her bed and dumped every thing she picked up inside it. She wasn't in the mood for cleaning up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sat on the inside of her windowsill and stared out as rain started to fall from the clouds, cascading down to the foreign world below. It was to be a dreary Autumn in her new home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Everything felt different, now she lived in America.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She didn't exactly miss Australia but it still felt weird, and sad.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Leaving behind the home she grew up in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Once upon a time she would have felt excited to move here and visit the city. To see Lady Liberty and explore New York, but now she didn't even want to leave her room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">It had been a while since Charlotte had smiled a genuine smile. On those better days when she was feeling just a little healthier she had been able to fake a smile and force a laugh but now she just felt empty.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her mother thumped up the stairs and pounded on her door, no doubt loosening the hinges. She sighed and looked up at the door, "Come in." He voice sounded empty and hoarse. She clearly didn't speak very often.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her mother opened the door. "Char your father and brother have arrived and I would like you to come down stairs and make a good impression," Her mother tried to ease her into coming down to see her distant family that she hadn't made contact with for several years. "I don't understand why you did this, we both know how this is gonna end. I put the restraint order on him for a reason Mum," Charlotte answered quietly. "Come on Charlotte, he is your brother, your twin! And what about your father? He never did anything wrong!" Charlotte looked at her mother and scoffed, "Stop feeding yourself lies," She mumbled under her breath. "Charlotte just come down already!" Her mother yelled, snatching the girl up and digging her claw-like nails into her arm as she dragged her down stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte's eyes grew dull as her mother dragged her along. Her depressing aura seemed to fill the air and even her mother noticed. She turned around and looked at Charlotte, "look, if you can put up with them for just one hour, one hour! You can grab your raincoat or umbrella and go outside, perhaps for a walk, until they leave. I will text you when they are gone." The aura almost immediately lifted and her mother watched as Charlotte threw on a very convincing fake smile. Even her mother couldn't see through it. "Okay, come on," Her mother called as she trailed after her towards the living room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">As she entered the room, time seemed to slow down again. Inside was a boy, around 17 and an older man in his 50's or 60's. The man was a hearty looking fellow with peachy skin and graying chocolate hair. He smiled warmly as Charlotte entered the room. Then the boy, he inherited his chocolate hair from his father, just like Charlotte. But he had completely different intentions. He was like a snake with a sly aura, slightly narrowed eyes, small pupils and a wide smirk that formed on his face as soon as Charlotte entered the room. She caught sight of it straight away and eyed him coldly as her fake smile turned into a scornful look that he was in her house. She quickly wiped the look off her face and replaced it with an even more innocent smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her brother petted the open spot beside him, beckoning her to sit with him but she just closed her eyes for a second and walked straight past him, sitting next to her father. Her bothers eyes flashed with malice for a split second before he skillfully hid it with a fake cheeriness. Charlotte noticed the look though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">After a while Charlotte's mother stood up, "well I'm going to make us lunch before Char has to head off," she said cheerfully. She clearly missed Charlotte's father, Charlotte didn't know why. Her father stood up, "I'll help," he smiled. She instantly shot up and stood in front of him, "No, you're our guest, allow me, please," She smiled innocently. "Let your father help sweetie, I would like to talk to him about some stuff privately," Her mother said. She spun around with a look of hurt and betrayal in her eyes. Her mother ignored it and smiled at Her father. She could feel the sly smirk her brother was giving her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sat back down, allowing her fake smile to drip off her face. She watched as her brother slipped into the seat beside her. "so, how are you sis?" He asked. She watched as a stray hand of his edged its way up her leg. "Good thank you, Luke," she spat his name out like venom and slapped his hand off her thigh. "Feisty, I like it," he flirted. She shot him a dirty look. "Anyways," he continued, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "We are going to the same school, isn't that cool?" She felt her heart sink. "y-yeah," she said sadly. "What, aren't you excited?" He asked. Her head snapped back at him, "No," she hissed. A fake look of hurt crossed her brothers face. "Char, look, I know what I did was wrong and it hurt you badly but I've changed, I'm not the same person I used to be," He said in a soothing way. Charlotte glared at him, "bullshit."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Just then her mother and father walked back into the room, her brother slipped back into his seat and they started eating lunch. Halfway through Charlotte stood up abruptly. "I'm sorry but I'm going to be late, goodbye," then she walked out of the room. Her fake attitude dropped immediately and she grabbed her phone and rain coat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She walked out onto the streets under the pour of rain. She let out a sigh of relief as she started wondering down the street, exploring the neighborhood. The feeling of in completion and emptiness once again set in. She dragged her feet as she wandered around the area. She stopped at an empty playground. The rain made soft pattering noises as it hit the metal and plastic. A stray swing was still rocking as if someone had just ran off. The playground was surrounded by forestland and had an abandoned feeling.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte sat on the swing that was still rocking. She rocked back and forth in a soothing way, temporarily making her forget her issues for a second. She remembered when she was little and her brother and her would play together on the local playground together. But even then the happiness was an illusion. Her father was abusive to her mother and her older brother would stop him from hurting her and Luke but she never knew. Luke watched it all happen until one day it went to far. Her mother was unconscious, and her older brother Cody was being beaten. Luke was just standing there watching with his arms crossed. At the time Luke and Charlotte were 10. Charlotte had woken up from her sleep and wandered down stairs to see what the commotion was. She saw Luke there and peered past him. She gasped at the sight of her father beating Cody. Then once again time seemed to slow down as her father grabbed a knife and stabbed it into Cody's neck. Charlotte let out a strangled choking noise, partly a gasp and partly a scream. Cody's body hit the cold kitchen tiles. Luke turned around with a cold look in his eyes and panicked when he saw her. "shut up!" he yelled and towered over Charlotte. She looked at him shaking and he grew angry. He started to kick her and hit her, from then on it only grew worse.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte's mother was in a coma and her father was sent to jail. Charlotte and Luke stayed with an Aunt and he started to hurt her like her father would to her mother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte shook her head, breaking from her thoughts and standing up from the swing. She hung her head and turned towards the trees. Oh how much she wished she could just run off and disappear into that forest forever. Just then her phone beeped. She sighed in relief and looked at her message. It was from her mother, maybe they were gone and she can go home. But as she read the message her heart sank deeper into the void of her chest. They were staying the night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her father had moved to America, off having affairs with other women. Leaving her brother with her and her mother. Charlotte's mother pretended like nothing had happened, ignoring when Luke would hurt Charlotte, drinking her problems away. Until one night he took it took far. He forced himself upon Charlotte and slammed her into the wall, kissing her. She managed to squirm free and ran out of the house to the police station. He moved to America with his father and now Charlotte's mother had foolishly moved here, forgiving him for things that cannot be forgiven.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte sighed and started walking back to her house and most likely wasted parents and sly brother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes felt like hours, the hours felt like days, the days felt like weeks and the weeks felt like years.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her father and brother moved in with her and her mum.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte grew more and more distant. An empty shell of who she used to be, what's the point anyway? She was deemed to die soon enough with the way her cancer was going. It was terminal and situated in her brain, supposedly incurable.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She didn't talk often but started seeing things.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She started talking more but to her mothers disappointment she started rambling on about things such as trees dancing around her and her drawings coming to life, clear hallucinations. Her mother became saddened as Charlotte started to recall events that didn't happen. These were symptoms from the disease.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her father and brother didn't care though and her mother started drinking more and more wasting herself. Her father took advantage of her mother during those times.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Rarely Charlotte would snap out of it for an hour or a few minutes feeling worse and worse. Then one day her mother noticed thin lines on her arms and legs. Upon asking Charlotte about them, Charlotte just laughed stating tigers were scratching her. Her mother frowned and asked her a second time. Charlotte seemed to snap back into reality, she looked at her mother with lifeless eyes and asked a heartbreaking question, "Mum, when will I die?" Her mother started crying and her brother slapped her cheek, "You made Mum cry you dumb ass!" She looked at him strangely, "No, that was the strange man, he is scaring her." Her brother slapped her again, "Charlotte snap out of it!" She snapped back to reality and with a very serious look on her face she grabbed her brothers shoulders and started shaking him, "He is scaring me to! It's your fault! It's your fault!" Her mother just cried harder, "Luke she can't help it-" she started but Luke cut her off, "Why can't she just die already?" Charlotte looked at Luke shocked. This time it was her who slapped him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She ran up to her room. She sat on her bed rocking back and forth. He is right, she thought. She stopped talking all together. She felt as if she was in a trance. She ate less and less and started growing very, very distant. He skin became sickly pale from lack of nutrition, her disease and being cooped up in a dark room all day. Eventually her mother took her to a therapist. "Now, don't tell her anything about what your brother and father do," she snapped in Charlotte's face. Charlotte looked off into space for a few seconds before looking up at her mother with glazed over eyes. Her mother shoved her into the therapist's room and left to wait in the waiting room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte looked out the window, focusing on the abnormally tall shadow of a bald man, she thought, it could just be a hallucination.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">"CHARLOTTE LOUISE ROBINS!" The therapist yelled, finally snapping Charlotte's attention from the shadow. She looked at the therapist a few times, blinking. The therapist smiled and said something but Charlotte couldn't hear her. It was like she was under water. Then she heard a few words. "Family, Brother, Father and Mother," before it cut off again. Charlotte stared at her bandaged wrists before looking up at the mutating therapist. She shook her head in fright and suddenly the world came back to her. "Charlotte are you okay?" the therapist asked, clearly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte opened her mouth, "H-hallucinations," The therapist nodded, "Symptoms of your illness, am I right?" Charlotte nodded slowly. She hadn't spoken for months and her voice was cracked and hoarse. She took a sip of water from the glass the therapist supplied to her. "okay I will ask again, have you got any family other then your twin brother, Father and Mother?" Charlotte nodded, "I h-had an older brother," the therapist froze, "but he passed away under a terrible circumstance," she said for Charlotte. Charlotte nodded. "Charlotte, why are your wrists bandaged?" Charlotte looked down at her wrists. "I cut them..." Charlotte trailed off. The therapist gave her a pity filled look.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte looked at her hands and clenched and unclenched her fists. "Can I please go home?" She asked. The therapist hesitantly nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte's mother drove her home in silence. Charlotte stared out the window and watched the tall man, who follows her, stand in the treeline. She just suspected he was another hallucination. She sighed as her mother pulled into the drive way. She watched as her father exited the rusted out shed, he now claimed as his, and approached the car, "Come on Beth we are going out she will be fine," he commanded Charlotte's mother. She nodded and urged Charlotte out of the car. "better not break anything!" She growled. Charlotte nodded and watched as her father jumped into the driver's seat and her mother into the passenger's before the car drove away. Charlotte looked at the open shed door and went over to close it. She peered into the dark shed and suddenly felt an urge to enter. She stepped in through the door way and watched as she hallucinated and everything turned blue, she heard a voice. It was male, it was smooth and sounded around 16-20, it said one thing that made her curious. "We are waiting for you."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte no longer felt the urge to be in the shed and walked out, locking the door behind her and heading into the house.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sighed and walked up to her room, sitting on her bed and staring out the window. At some stage she managed to fall asleep. She woke up and looked around. It was the middle of the night, maybe 12 or 1 in the morning. She furrowed her brows. It felt like something was wrong. She felt so angry. But there was something wrong, she was dying and her father and brother didn't care, she was dying and her mother never helped her, she was dying and she couldn't even be with her friends, she was dying and she was here with the people making her life hell. She scowled and looked around her room, deciding to go out and walk the anger off. She threw open her wardrobe and pulled out a black tee shirt, some jeans, black running shoes, a grey hoodie with a black hood and black sleeves and some black gloves since it was chilly out side. The hoodie had black cat ears on it for a cute decoration. She slipped the clothing on and looked out her window to see it was indeed cold and cloudy like the first day she arrived here. She sighed and looked at her scarred hands and wrists, making her way into the bathroom she bandaged her them in the more obvious places.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She walked downstairs and snagged her phone off the kitchen table before grabbing the spare keys. She in haled deeply hoping she could just shake the feeling as it felt so negative and powerful. In all honesty it felt as if she had the angel on one shoulder and the demon on the other. The demon loved it but the angel despised it deeply.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sighed and shook her head opening her front door and looking out onto the street. A few shadows put her on edge and she started really wondering if this was a good idea after all. She scowled and stepped out of her house, determined to shake the feeling. As she suspected the air was crisp and cold. Autumn was almost over and Winter would be setting in soon. She wondered if she would live to see the snow in her new country. She walked down the street avoiding the dark shadowy places she had trouble seeing in. She ignored the tall white man with no face as she walked into the playground. She scowled at the floor wishing him away.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Stupid hallucinations.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">If she didn't have cancer she wouldn't have them. She wouldn't be so weak or pale. She would have been able to live a normal life and maybe fix up her currant one. Oh how she envied the healthy people who took their lives for-granted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sat on the swing, looking longingly out at the forest. She still wished she could just forget about her issues and feel free.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She thought about what her mother had said the first gloomy and cloudy day they had been here. About her father not doing anything.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte felt tears prick in her eyes. 'What about Cody? If you were talking to him could you really say father did nothing?' she thought. But she refused to cry. Despite her father hurting her mother and Cody he had never really done anything to her. Her mother and brother are the ones who made a possibly happy childhood a raging storm of pain filled emotions.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">How Charlotte wondered what it would be like to just drink away her issues and neglect her children like her mother did. How could she? She could have helped her little girl and boy. To hell! She could have prevented the whole thing!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Through out this time rain started to fall, mattering Charlotte's hair and sending chills down her spine. The forest seemed more eerie at night. Fog seemed to cloud around the trunks of the trees. Though this set Charlotte on edge it also made her curious. Also that the strange man hadn't left yet, he usually disappears after a while.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She gave into her curiosity and looked at him. He had no features on his head, at all! He was papery white and abnormally tall and lanky. If she didn't know any better she would believe he was actually there and be scared of him. He had his head cocked to the side and seemed to be observing her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She furrowed her brow, The rain had started to get heavier and was seeping through her clothes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She stood up and looked up to see the man was gone. She felt as though he was still looking at her though.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She shrugged off the stomach turning feeling and started off towards home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">As soon as she entered the house she felt the negative emotion nagging at her again but she shut it out and locked the door. Her father was passed out on the living room couch snoring drunkenly. He stunk of foreign perfumes and mixed alcohols. Her face screwed up with distaste. If she had the chance to grow up she would never be like her parents.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte decided she had stayed up late enough and she should go to bed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She didn't even change. She just laid there with her legs dangling off the edge so she wouldn't have to remove her shoes. She stared at her ceiling boredly with a glum expression on her face. She couldn't sleep, everything felt more nerve racking knowing in the next couple of days she would have to be submitted to hospital to live out her final hours and that if she did any extreme exercise she could get concussion and die.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She sat up and checked the clock. It was 2:30 am.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She looked up at her bathroom door that was half open. The moonlight that illuminated her room didn't reach it making it more eerie. She shook her head, "stop being paranoid Charlotte," she told herself, trying to calm down. Her cracking, raspy voice didn't really help the situation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She froze for a second. She swore she heard a noise. She stood up and peered out into the hallway. Suddenly everything turned blue again like when she was in the shed. This time she heard another voice. It sounded mischievous and enticing. It came from no where but seemed to come from everywhere. It beckoned her to follow it. Daring her to risk it. Talking in strange gibberish words that didn't make sense but seemed to complete it at the same time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte felt as if she was in a trance as she stumbled after it down the hallways. The further she followed it the darker the aura seemed to get. She tried to turn back, to stop but it seemed as if she made her decision long ago. Her legs no longer obeyed her and continued to pull her down the hallway towards a room she hardly ever entered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Towards the basement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her body stopped right out side the door as if giving her one last chance to turn back. She spun around but froze. Her hands twitched, curiosity was stabbing her in the back of her head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She held her breath and closed her eyes, gripping the doorknob in one hand and slowly turning the handle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">The door opened with a disturbing creak. Then the voice started up again, whispering in her ears, "come, come, I dare you," it said in a childish way. She once again lost control as she walked down the stairs, not even turning the light on. She quickly turned and flicked the switch. The lights flickered on yet still did little for the visibility of the basement. The basement itself smelt damp and musky and Charlotte's nose scrunched up in displeasure.The floor was concrete and there were shelves with old paint buckets and stuff on them. What caught her eye was a few newer looking boxes thrown off to one side. If she recalled correctly her father dumped some stray stuff he didn't want or need anymore in the basement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She made her way over to the boxes curiously and peered inside the first one she saw. To her surprise it was her brother Cody's old stuff from when he was obsessed with the army. She crouched down and dug through the box a little until she revealed a black army knife. KA-BAR brand. Her father bought it for Cody to display in his room for show only. Her hands twitched with need and anticipation as she fought against the urge to pick it up. Finally she couldn't resit the urge and watched with a mix of horror and anticipation as she reached for the weapon, unsheathing it and holding it tightly. She stood up and clipped the sheath to some of her belt loops before settling the weapon in her hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">It seemed to fit perfectly wrapped in her fingers as if it belonged there.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">It had a black blade and a dark grey handle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">As soon as she stood up straight with it in her grasp some thing in her mind seemed to click.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">It seemed so wrong yet so right at once.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">The blue faded away and the voice had silenced.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She stood there in the attic fighting against the awful feeling that had taken over her but it was so strong. It felt as if it had been pent up for too long and now was unstoppable.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She watched with horror as her body made its way out of the basement and up to her brothers room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her eye twitched slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She pushed his door open with an eerie creak.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">He was in his bed sleeping deeply. He rolled onto his back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte's mind was racing as she watched her body straddle the boy and raise the knife. Then it stopped. She was in control again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her brother mumbled in his sleep and she furrowed her brow. The childish voice whispered in her ear, "why so serious?" and just like that she gave in. A crazed smile broke out across her face and she plunged the knife into his throat, just like her father had to Cody. Her brother's blood sprayed all over her like red rain. She laughed manically and her deranged smile only grew bigger as her bothers eyes shot open and she started choking, drowning in his own blood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">He watched as she plummeted the blade into him over and over again, the twisted smile not once leaving her face and burning into his brain until he took his final breath. Then he went still.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Tears of shock and relief poured down Charlotte's cheeks.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She just killed her twin!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She got off him and watched the blood pool around him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">The smile never left her face, not even when she was crying.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She looked around his room and picked up his black scarf.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She wrapped it around her neck as a final memory of him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She spun around in surprise when she heard a strangled scream. Her mother was in the door way looking at her with horror.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She looked the old hag in the eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Her mother watched in terror as random insane bursts of giggles erupted from her mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">"Mother!" Charlotte exclaimed, "Look! Look who's smiling now! Look who's laughing now!" All her mother could do was fall to her knees in shock. "Don't worry mother! You will be with him soon!" Her mother screamed again and tried to crawl away weakly. But Charlotte leaped on her and pinned her down. She grabbed her mother's head making her face her. Her mother was now crying "Aww don't cry Mum its just karma!" Her mother struggled weakly under her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">"See yah."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">With that she stabbed her in the neck, and left her to bleed out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">She left her father to wallow in his guilt. For he was the start of it all. If it wasn't for him they could have been a happy family. If only.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Charlotte ran off down the street and into the forest like she wanted to do so badly for all that time. She was growing weaker and weaker with her last moments approaching. She fell down into the leaf litter amongst the tree roots and under growth. She smiled that Cheshire smile looking up at the dark clouds with her grey eyes. Bloody bubbles frothed at the edge of her mouth, dribbling down her chin. The last thing she saw was the tall white, featureless man who had been following her for so long.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Ever since that day there had been sightings of a girl wearing a hoodie with cat ears. When she turned around she seemed normal enough other than her grey, empty eyes and a black mouth guard with a wide, white, sharp toothed Cheshire smile. Every time she kills someone she leaves behind a strange symbol like an O with an X through it, but the only difference that made it distinctly hers was the symbol would have little cat ears.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"">Cheshire - Charlotte

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