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I woke up to her screams once more. Nothing new. Her shrill pitched voice echoed in my ears as if she where suffering in pain. I quickly got up, not bothering to slip on some slippers, and half jogged half ran over to her room. She may be five but she is pretty smart for her age.
As I barged into her room letting the white wooden door fly open behind me, I saw her sitting up against the back board of her bed. Her blonde bangs stuck sickly to her face from her cold sweat, and her face was flushed pale white. Her little gasps of breathe notified me that she had that dream again. Once she saw me approaching her she immediately started to cry once more.....
“I had that dream again.” She said in a small hoarse voice. Her sickness was getting worse she did look a little paler by the minute or that might just occurred because of her dream. “I know Emma. Do you think you can go back to sleep?” She just looked up at me with those bright blue pleading eyes, she didn’t deserve this. I have tried to comfort her in the past but it honestly felt useless now. I couldn’t make these dreams go away.
I sat on her bed silently studying her, as I wiped the last tear that escaped down her cheek. She started to pick at the skin on the tips of her fingers sensing she was thinking of something. This had become a sense of habit for her whenever scared, or nervous, or when she was drowning in deep thought. She just started doing this last year when our other died… well, I wouldn’t say it was a full death. She looked up at me again, noticing her eyes full of tears once more and quietly said, “I wish mommy were here,” then openly she flung her small arms around my waist and hid her face in my stomach.

We sat there for a moment as I gently smoothed her blonde ringlets back, trying to calm her as best I could. I whispered soothing words to her, telling her everything is going to be okay. Finally, I replied to her wish, “Yes, I wish mommy was here too.” That made her sit up and stare at me worriedly. Speaking once more she exclaimed just above a whisper, “I’m afraid, Anna. What if what happened to mommy happens to us? What if she comes for us again? What if they turn us…”
I quickly shushed her and told her they wouldn’t, because they couldn’t find us. We were to isolated from them. Her eyes showed she believed me and she had the confidence that I would take care of everything. Gosh, at the moment I really hoped I was right. We had moved several times in the making of them tracking us, but somehow we always managed to escape. She would always set them after us, to track us and convert us.
Moments later she was sleeping heavily in my arms. I shifted her onto her pillow and just studied her for any sense of any sign she was repeatedly having her nightmare. Her dreams where past events she couldn’t seem to let go of, no matter how much she wanted to. Her main dream had been happening more than usual, and that’s what scared both of us. The main dream she seemed to have was about when they tried to come and convert us all. All as in my town in Fiddle berry, Cincinnati.
My mom, which had been converted a year ago, lead them to us. An army of them all came, baring their fangs at us viciously. Emma and I escaped through our back window and hurried through the forest. I had to push Emma to move faster, because she was holding us back from seeing our mom lead them all to here. For a swift moment I looked back and saw them…. Feeding off the people that didn’t escape fast enough.
Emma as well looked back and caught sight of my mom standing there with a glint in her eye saying that she enjoyed this, and the urge to kill the rest and finish them all. She didn’t even look like our mom anymore. She was paler, with more red than white in her eyes, fangs that sprout firmly from her gums, and she had more of a holy glow to her that could just take your breath away, and worst of all it was something she could do (I’m guessing as one of her powers if that was possible) to lure people to her.
She stood there catching sight of Emma running to her as she smiled her best motherly smile but her eyes told us something else. Quickly I grabbed Emma, and tossed her on my back and ran. I didn’t bother to look back, but it was hard to run with Emma screeching in my ear.

I couldn’t remember the rest, because everything had just happened to fast. But all I do know is that they didn’t bother to track us down right then and there. So now we ended up here, in a small town with everyone knowing everybody. There was a small high school down the road called Carlington High, which is where I go to. And Emma goes to Matika Elementary, which thankfully, is right down the road from my school. We get out at the same times so it’s much easier for me to pick her up safely.

The next morning I woke up just before 8 o’ clock. The room was cold and dimmed as I placed my feet on the cold boards of the ground. Great, Monday, school. Standing up, I see Emma on the cold floor lying there. Panicking I jumped down to my knees beside her and turned her over. Hoping it was just her sleeping, I checked for a pulse…. None.
I picked her up in a cradle position and ran off down the hallway and out the door, not bothering to put on a coat or at least a blanket, I kept running down the street to the Kids Care Hospital. It took me a minute to realize my surroundings. It was snowing lightly and the sky was dark with no hint of sun setting in the sky. The ground was slick and slippery as I tried to securely sprint across it. The sidewalks where empty as well where the dirt roads.
I have to get her there, I assured myself. I kept running as the snow started to pick up. My legs were getting numb from the cold outdoors and it began hard to see from the snow whipping against my face. I looked down for a second at Emma who seemed restless. Her lips were begging to turn an icy blue as her face looked scarily white. Still not looking like she was breathing I started to pick up my pace, running straight on through the hospital doors.
Quickly, Emma was attended with nurses and doctors, pushing her into their office closing the door securely behind them so no one could interrupt. I waited impatiently in the waiting room pacing around back in forth. I was so curious… what could have happened? I didn’t hear anyone come in. Anxiously I bit my nails and sat down rocking my feet back and forth unaware I was still in my tacky Sponge Bob pajamas. Great.




About an hour later the doctor came out slowly. His uniform was a pale green color and he took off his face mask protecting him from germs. I jumped to my feet quickly and hurried over to him, as I did, he didn’t say anything. He stood there and stared at his feet as I tried to make eye contact but he didn’t shift his eyes to me. Forcing the words that were choking me I said, “Is she….. Dead?” He looked at me but wasn’t able to give me eye contact. I couldn’t breathe, I felt like this was a dream. The doctor put a hand on my shoulder gently and gave me apologetic eyes. “No.. NO! This can’t happen! She was fine last night! No… it can’t…” I broke off into sobs as I swallowed back the lump in my throat.
I fell to my knees, as my knees gave way in the middle of the office. She was the only one I had, and I knew she was sick but I didn’t care to give her more medicine, or even a check up. It was my fault, all my fault. I just lay there in the middle of the office not giving a care who was watching me, or if I was late for school, or if I didn’t even attend school lfor a month! She was gone forever all because of me.
So I didn’t the hardest thing to do. What I HAD to do, for both of us. Was to take her to our dead mother. As I sat up I quickly made my tears ducts dry as I quickly wiped the tears from my face and eyes. Looking up slowly at the doctor who was now staring at me curiously, like I was some sort of science experiment, I got to my feet and let out a sniffling sad tone, “Okay, doctor. I understand. Thank you for your assistance. I just have to learn to accept she is in a better place now.” I let out a fake deep sigh and turned to the exit. Then, making my eyes full of tears once more I turned around slowly, making my shoulders shake to as if I was crying again, I requested, “Before I go, can I please,” choking out the last part, “see her for one last moment?”
He didn’t even have to think twice, with a quick nod he escorted me from the waiting room office to where Emma laid soullessly.We walked down a dark hallway with rooms with glass on each side of us. You could peer in and see sick children lying there, some with tubes. It make me feel remorse for them, especially since random people can just walk by and look at you sitting there. Trying to be polite I just followed the doctor in deep thought, not noticing where we were.
She has a second chance. She doesn’t have to die now, and you can still save her, it makes up for her first death. The thought made my heart skip a beat, knowing that she could still live. But there was a strange trigger in my head worrying about if she would become just like mom and the other followers… vicious, mean…. worst of all, thirsty. She could be indestructible, and her whole appearance could change. I tried to shove the vision out of my mind as we approached a windowless white double door.
I bit my lip cautiously as the doctor pushed the door open for me to walk in. It’s the only way, I thought to myself. Anything to save her…
The room was cold and dark, with only a few lamps hanging from the ceiling so the doctors and plastic surgeons could see what they were doing. Next to the surgical bed was a table with a pale sick green color napkin type thing, that held all the tools. As I looked at the scissors, needles, and knives I felt nauseated. Did they use that on Emma? Oh my God… I quickly turned my head trying to focus on the rest of the dim room. The walls didn’t have any decorations, just plain and grey, as well as the floor. Grey, plain, with cold concrete. Um, they could at least make it a bit more interesting, I thought.
I looked back up at the doctor who was now staring at me quizzically. I gulped hard, trying to make my eyes tear up, but was now useless. I stumbled stupidly, “I…I…can’t believe, uh, you are such hard workers. I’m getting a little, er, sick…,” then I quickly looked down at my feet, pursing my lips quietly trying to play off a pitiful act….. Then it hit me.
He didn’t say one word to me at all. I bet he wasn’t even a doctor. The thought of this made my head snap up in alert. Who was he then? I made my eyes angry slits, which he soon got the message. Great, probably a stupid juvenile person who is now an imposter of a doctor.