Prolouge: A Welcome To Hell.

A chapter that describes how it all began. (A chapter by Katie)

Katia

 

Two years before

I sat at my desk tapping my pencil, ignoring the rolled eyes and glares.

Geometry is just shapes, what person just wastes their lives making things

more complicated than they should be. I write on a slice of notebook paper

and pass it to my friend Allie. She takes the paper and smirks. People with

way too much time. I smile and chuckle a bit. Mr. Davis turns around.

“Miss. Taylor and Miss. Eherett.”, he starts. Suddenly, Mr. Walker, our

principal parades  into the room. He looks to me with a dead serious face,

but not like the ones I’ve seen on him before, and trust me, I’ve seen it a

lot. “I apologize for the interruption, but I need to steal Miss. Taylor, she

will not be back to class.” Allie gives me a what did you do now? Look.

Truth is, I really didn’t know. I grabbed by bag and looked to Allie. She held

up a piece of paper with the words good luck written in permanent

marker. I smile half heartedly and follow Mr. Walker. We walk a little ways

down the hall in silence. This was really strange, usually he is already

lecturing me. “Can I ask what I did wrong?”. “You did nothing wrong

Katia.”, he says sympathetically. I start to ask what all this is about but I

freeze when I see my little sister Genevieve in his office with a police

officer. She turns to me with tears in her eyes. I run to her. “What

happened? Did someone hurt you?”, I ask. She looks up to me. “Mommy

and daddy are dead.” “Gennie if this is some trick to get out of class you

took it way to far this time.”, I say, my heart is pounding in my chest. “It’s

not a j-joke,” she stutters, they’re gone.”  She grabs hold of me tight and I

look to Mr. Walker, tears starting in my eyes. “There was a fire at your

house, your parents were unable to escape. I’m so sorry for your loss.” I

immediately turn into someone I have never seen before. “I WON’T BELIVE

IT! I WON’T BELIVE! THIS IS ALL A DREAM! OR MAYBE JUST A JOKE! A

CRUEL, SICK, JOKE! I WON’T BELIVE IT I WON’T BELIVE!” Each word is more

un-comprehendible than the last. The police officer grabs me. “Young lady,

I can assure you that this is all very real. You must calm down!” I had

hoped it wasn’t, that despite everything that had happened, it was all just

a dream. I storm in the office straight up to Mr. Walker. “You’re sorry? MY

PARETS JUST GOT BURNED ALIVE AND ALL YOU SAY IS SORRY?” “There is

nothing I can do Katia.” I look to Genevieve, she looks to me like I’m a

monster. That was a look I never again wanted to see on her face. I took a

few deep breaths and tried to calm myself. “I need to take you down to

the station to ask you some questions.” The officer says. I wanted to ask so

many questions myself, but I needed to be here for my little sister now. I

nodded to the officer and he leads us outside to his car. I hear the chatter

as we pass. Rumors flying already. “Enjoy permanent detention freak!”,

Abby, one of my mortal enemies shouts. Normally, I would have punched

her right in the face, but this was not a normal day. It was my wake up call.

We get in the car and Genevieve curls up in my shoulder. I embrace her

and I feel the world around me changing, becoming more hostile. The ride

to the station was short and silent. Before we knew it we were being led

into a small interrogation room. The officer sat down and put both hands

on the table before us. “We have evidence that this fire was no accident.

Do you girls know anybody that would ever do something like this?” I

thought as hard as I could, but nothing came to mind. Everybody loved our

parents. “That’s a shame that this can’t be easier girls. We will keep

investigating, but for now, we have to find you guys a place to live.” “As

long as we stay together.”, I demand as I take Genevieve’s tiny hand.

“Girls, I must warn you there is a risk that it won’t be possible. If we can’t

find a family member to take you both in, we will have to consider other

options.” “I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY SISTER!” I say, standing up. “Katia, you

are fifteen years old. you can’t take care of a child on your own until you

are at least eighteen and with your attitude, that’s doubtful.” “You try

loosening both your parents. Not getting to even say goodbye. People

don’t even care! It’s not happening to them! All they do is flash their

cheesy smiles and give you lots of food and hugs.” “What else can we do

Katia? Look I’ve already started calling family members, but nobody

agreed to take you in. They either think it is too risky.  That they will be the

next victims, or they are too elderly to care for children.” “I told you, I can

take care of her.” “We can’t rely on that Katia! I have one more relative to

call, if that goes downhill, you are going to have to keep your options

open. I’m sorry girls.”  In that moment, I had so many things to say. I

wanted to take his cliché  words and shove them down his throat, but then

I would lose all hope of ever keeping Gennie and I together as a family.”

Later that day, after much struggle with holding my tongue, we visited the

charred remains of the place we once called home. Flashbacks hit me with

every step. Birthdays, Christmas, mom bringing Genevieve home, and that

morning in the kitchen. My mother was making pancakes, asking about my

gloves. My dad chuckling and reading the paper. I wish I would have clung

to those moments. I wish I wouldn’t have taken them for granted. Now,

every video, photograph, cherished old toy, was gone. Weeks passed and

the service was held. Even Abby offered her sympathy. Allie was by my

side through it all, until the day we found a place. Our uncle had agreed to

take us in. He lived three hours away, in a town called Brier. I waited at the

police station, Genevieve at my side. Allie was there, changing the subject

and trying to brighten my day. “You are going to have a home now, things

will be better.” “Without you here? Never!”. Suddenly, I hear the loud roar

of a truck outside. A man who was extremely dirty and extremely

overweight made his way in and looked to us. He smelled of cheap whisky

and body odor. “Time’s a wastin’ ladies.”, he said. Genevieve cowered

behind me. He took our bags and threw them in the back of his beat up

pick-up truck. He opened the door and we climbed inside. We pulled out in

a hurry, leaving Allie and my hometown in the dust behind us.   The ride

was long and silent until we pulled into the unpaved driveway of a small

broken down house. As soon as we enter, he slams the door shut loudly

behind us.  “House rules! You clean, cook, and do everything I ask. No

friends! School then home.” “I don’t know how to cook!”, I say. He slaps

me hard across my face and pushes me down. That was my official

welcome to hell.

Author's Note

Forgive me if it is a bit short, etc.... I will edit if needed when I get time. Please leave a comment and let us know what you think! -Katie

Reviews

[Death Girl]

OMG. You had me almost to tears. Then the uncle is a complete jerk. Now I have to go read the next chapter but thanks for almost making me cry

[Lexi Villanueva]

MORE MORE MORE this is so great the ending is compelling i cant wait what happens next!~100

[Cath]

Seriously compelling , want more!

[CreativeCookie]

It grabs your attention and leaves you wanting more!
Love,
CreativeCookie

[B-poet]

Very well written, a great prologue for what's yet to come in the later chapters of promising and profound story. Great work. :)

[Property of Kent]

We're so thankful for all the support on this and promise to do all we can to get the newest chapter up soon so keep an eye out fellow writers, we have some good ideas up our sleeves! - Katie