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Sonya

  

I laid in bed, looking up at my collage of drawings pinned in various spots

around the room. Right now, I focused on a picture of my  mother that hung

on the ceiling. The world has seemed so empty without her. It hurt thinking

about her, but it was the only way to keep from worrying about what had

happened just few nights ago. What would mom have done? I  could only

guess. It was futile. I had been thinking non-stop about the boy no matter

what I  did. “Sleep”, I murmured to myself, “I need sleep”. I convinced herself

as I  laid down.

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 “Sonya come on, mommy is gonna push us on the swings”, Meredith called

out as she ran towards the swing set on the nearby playground.  I looked

down at my small, filthy hands and wiped them on the ground as I stood. I

found myself running after my sister, until I  fell and scrapped my knee. I burst

in tears of course, what six year old wouldn’t. Not long after, my mother came

running and swooped me up in her arms. I quieted  down a bit as I laid my tiny

head on my mother’s shoulder. Her brown hair tickling my  nose. It smelled

like strawberries, sweet, sweet strawberries.

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I  woke with tears in my eyes. I wiped them away with frustration. I hated

tears, and there had been a lot of them lately. As I  sat up, I  thought of my

sketchbook. “Damn it!”, I exclaimed, remembering my sketchbook was in my 

 bag that I had dropped by the shed that night. I looked to her clock. It was

3:30 in the morning, way too early to be awake, but no matter how hard I 

 tried, I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of the boy took over. It had become all I

could think of. “I’m not afraid of you”. I mulled over this phrase, the first one

out of my mouth. It was true, I  was not afraid. What was to fear? Death? That

didn’t seem like such a punishment, in fact, lately I  wished for it. Wished for

my mother appear with outstretched arms, to embrace me. Every dreary

day is a constant reminder of how alone I  am in the world, but I couldn’t let

any harm come to the people who did matter. I couldn’t stand to see my

father, and even Meredith hurt, and I  promised myself that I  would do

anything to keep them out of harm’s way. “It’s what mom would do”, I

assured myself, before I  drifted off into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

 A few hours later, I  forced myself out of bed . Meredith had already gone by

now, and didn’t bother to wake me. “Thanks sis”, I mumbled to myself, but it

wasn’t surprising.  I  knew that my sister was embarrassed by me. Lately, I  

didn’t even care anymore. There was a time I wanted to be noticed and have

friends, but I was well beyond those years. This was how I lived now.

Invisible? I  wished. Instead I  walked down the halls, taking in all of the

murmurs about me.“How can she   possibly be related to Meredith”, one girl

chuckled. I ignored them. Today however, was significantly different. The

murmurs were now tauntings and some even threats. I  didn’t understand

why, until I seen Justin. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me. This, was really

weird.  “It won’t  last”, I assured myself, but throughout the day, Justin got

braver. Towards the end of the day, he grabbed my  hand. “What the hell do

you think you’re doing?”, I  questioned angrily as she turned to face him. A

group of people nearby gasped. “Trying to get some digits”, he gleamed. “No

way!”, I said as I turned to walk away. “Wait”, he called, running in front of

me. “Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you today. If you had a fight with

your bitchy little girlfriend and want to prove something or if you just got

punched in the head real hard in football practice. I don’t care honestly, just

stop following me around like a lost puppy!”,  I shouted. This made the crowd

that gathered go crazy, so much so that I debated on taking  a sarcastic bow. I 

 quickly decided against it, especially since Brittney and her Barbie doll

minions weren’t there to witness so I  started my walk to the shop. I entered t

he shop and pulled my uniform on as I  told my dad about what happened.

“Well I don’t see why you’re surprised baby girl, you’re beautiful”, my father

said. “Yes dad, I know”. “I have a few things to get done”, he said. “Wahoo, no

more fortune cookie lectures”, I joked.  “Not yet”, he corrected. I couldn’t

help but shake  my head and smile at him as  I went off to do her tasks for the

day.  Meredith entered the shop just seconds after, grabbing me  from the

back of my  shoulders. I  jumped back. “You scared me!”. “Like I care!”

Meredith snapped. “Whoa someone forgot to put on her nice girl panties

today”, I  replied. “You think you’re cute don’t you?  Getting brave, all

because Justin likes you. You better watch out or else Britney will make your

life a living hell”, Meredith explained. Girl drama was always her best subject.

“How could my life possibly be a living hell with a sister like you?”, I  asked

sarcastically. Meredith snarled and pranced away. “Don’t trip”, I  called after

her. I could hear  my   sister muttering under her breath, but it just made me 

 chuckle more. I  couldn’t believe that there was ever a time I had been

intimidated by these girls. After all, dirt and mud was like their kryptonite. I 

 brushed the thought from my mind as I  went to take some crushed boxes to

the dumpster. It was near dark and I  couldn’t help but to wonder if he had

been watching for me. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of me.

“What do you want?”, I asked, in a somewhat annoyed tone. “We never got

the chance to formally introduce ourselves. I  looked towards the shed

hesitantly and began to follow him. “Name’s Darius by the way”, he said.

“Sonya”, I  replied. Once we reached the shed, he invited me in as one or two

of them looked to me but not the way I  expected. They looked almost, afraid.

“Guys, this is Sonya, she is our ally. An older man stood from his seat to come

shake my  hand. He said something, that I assumed was hello in Russian.

“Huh?”, I found myself saying as I  took his hand. “My apologies, I use my own

language whenever I can. My name is Vicktor”, the man said in his thick

Russian accent. “Nice to meet you”, I replied. Darius  pulled me aside, my 

 sketchbook in hand. “You are very good at drawing.”, he said. “Thanks”, I

replied. “I have a question about the woman”, he said. “What woman?”, I  

asked. Darius took the sketchbook flipping to the page that my mother was

drawn on. Darius reached in his pocket, pulling out the photographs that

captured the memories of my most recent dream . “That’s my mother”, I

sighed, as I  took the photographs. “She’s very pretty”, he said. “Yeah, she

was”, I replied, my eyes falling to the pictures. “She died?”,  he asked. I  

nodded. “The store got robbed just a few months ago, she was the only one

there.” “I’m sorry for your loss”, Darius said. “It’s alright, it was just a wrong

place wrong time thing.”. Darius nodded and looked over to Vicktor. “I have to

go take care of some things”, make our guest feel at home. Vicktor nodded

knowingly and I couldn’t help but wonder if I  was missing something, or if I 

 even wanted to know. I  was about to leave when Vicktor motioned for me to

sit. I didn’t want to be rude, and really wasn’t in a hurry to get back to the

shop to be taunted by Meredith. I  would take a group of blood sucking

vampires any day over my cold blooded sister. “He really isn’t trying to be

rude.”, Vicktor said, breaking the silence.  “No  worries”, I  replied. Vicktor

sighed as he sat down once again. “It’s quite hard being the leader

sometimes”, he said. “How long have you been their leader?”, I  asked.

“Me?”, he chuckled. “I may be the eldest but I am no leader. That position

belongs to Darius”.  “I had no idea,” I said in surprise.  “His age is greatly

deceiving, but he’s very mature I assure you. He is the one who saved us.”,

Vicktor explained. “Saved you from what?”, I  asked. “Demons, they

exterminated most and enslaved the rest of us, it is only because of people

like young Darius that we are safe now.” I  had so many questions. What was

Darius? What made him stronger than the rest of them? I never got the

chance. Darius came back and looked to me. “Your dad will probably start to

worry if you don’t get back soon”. I nodded and headed for the door.

“Goodnight”, he said before I  left. “Goodnight”, I  replied.

Author's Note

chapter four!

Reviews

[Alexander Rodgers]

Good work, I was intrigued.

[Alexis Markum]

I love this please keep writing

[Death Girl]

Keep writing b*****s and Kent if you don't have your chapter done but next monday well lets just say you might never have kids get the picture. xoxo katie loved the chapter keep up the good work you two.