Chapter 2A Chapter by CompellingComposer The memories of Lisse haunt Carrie.
Caroline:
I sat in front of the vanity and brushed my hair with my broken brush. Tiny lights that surrounded the perimeter of the mirror were broken, the golden paint on the wooden desk was chipped, and the glass had a tiny crack in it. I tried to smile but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t belong in front of this vanity. I didn’t belong in this room. I shouldn’t sleep in the bed in this room. I shouldn’t keep my clothes in this room’s closet. I should be in this room at all. It wasn’t mine. It belonged to Lisse. My sister. My sister who was probably dead at this very moment. I slumped in the chair and tossed the brush on the table, pressing my fingers to my temples. Lisse had been my younger sister. She was ten and the opposite of myself. I was the poetic, artsy one who loved swirly designs, the color forest green, and scribbled rhymes in my journal all the time. The sheets in my room were brown and green with white walls covered in poems and short stories penned on notebook paper. I cried the moment I saw my room so Nathan thought it would be better if I stayed in another room. For some reason, I chose Lisse’s. Lisse was the girly-girl. Her walls were dark pink and her bed sheets and pillows were fluffy and light pink. She had a vanity, an enormous closet, (which I sometimes envied but knew I didn’t need it), and posters of her favorite television shows and bands on her wall and ceiling. I walked past a poster of some girl I didn’t recognize and flopped down of Lisse’s bed. “ Carrie? Carrie, why are you in my room?” I looked up at the sound of a strangely familiar voice, but saw no one. “ Carrie, wanna play dolls with me? You can be the brunette one this time, I wont mind even though that ones my favorite. I named her Amber.” “ Lisse?” I asked, my voice cracking. There she was, wearing a light purple sun dress and white sandals, the same outfit she had worn on Easter before this tragedy occurred. Her dirty blonde curls bounced, even though she was standing still. Her bright blue eyes stared hopefully at me and in her hand she held a doll. It was Lisse’s favorite doll. The one with pin straight brown hair with red highlights she had done herself. The doll was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt that fit the doll’s perfect body tightly. “ What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna play dolls?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent as it had always been. “ You can’t be real,” I said, the sound of my own voice frightening me. “ I’m right here. Of course I’m real, silly!” Lisse laughed. “ No, no, you can’t be real!” “ Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” she sang. “ Stop it!” I cried, my eyes starting to burn. “ Happy birthday dear Carrie!” she continued. “ Happy birthday to you!” I screamed and threw a pillow at “Lisse.” It went straight through her. Her lips just pulled at the ends to form a smile, showing her blindingly clean teeth. Nathan burst through the door as Lisse vanished. “ Are you okay?” he asked, worried, as he rushed over to me. “ It was Lisse! She was in my room!” I exclaimed. A look of confusion spread over Nathan’s face. “ Who’s Lisse?” he questioned. I remembered then that I hadn’t told Nathan about Lisse. I looked down at the lavender carpeted floor, embarrassed. I glanced at my feet and said nothing. Nathan wrapped his arms around me in a hug and sat down beside me. “ No one. She’s no one,” I whispered. “ Sh,” he cooed. “ It okay now.” I nodded my head and closed my eyes in the silence. “ Happy birthday to you…” Nathan began to sing and at the moment I could’ve sworn I thought I heard Lisse giggle. © 2011 CompellingComposerReviews
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CompellingComposerNCAboutMy name is Megan and I have been writing poems since 4th grade and stories since 6th. I'm very, very young, as I've noticed from the ages of my fellow writers on this site. Yes, I am only 13, but writ.. more..Writing
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