Well, I'm writing a new story cause my first one was a miss, I recently was sick and wrote of this during my fever so it may be worse than my first story Criticism is welcome, god knows I need it Enjoy -Katianas P.O.V- I walked with the buckets of freezing cold water in both hands. Mother needed it for Amira... She was so sick and feverish mother didn't know what to do. I felt myself stumble a little, straightening up I set the buckets down and wiped my hands on the tattered fabric of my dress. "Need help?" a voice chirped behind me, deep and rough. I turned and saw a tall thin boy leaning over to carry both the buckets for me. I decided he could if he wanted to, so I lead him towards my home. "I know Amira... She is very sick no?" his voice suddenly broke a somewhat awkward silence. "Yes, she is... Mother is in a state trying to help her..." I felt myself tear up, and so I shut up. "Well, I'm Kyle, the medics son, find me if she gets much worse and I'll bring father to help you guys..." He placed the buckets in the door of our small home, and left without another word. My mother was bent over the small fireplace, boiling water in a tin kettle father had crafted before he was sent to war... He had died just before the war ended, six years ago. I cleared my throat and she turned to grab both buckets and move back to the glowing hearth. She grabbed a dried cloth and dipped it into a bucket, wringing it out a little then moving to my fevered sister, placing it gently over her forehead. Almost like clockwork.
-Amira's P.O.V- I was overheating again, my brain felt like it was going to explode. I tried to reach for my blanket so I could pull the covers off, but I was asleep, I could see myself in my bed near the window. I heard a sharp couch and looked around to see my sister at the door, I saw myself stir, so I floated down into my body again. I coughed, a lot and tried to sit up. "Shhh honey, stay down, stay down" mothers soothing voice broke through my fevered brain and I obediently lay down and tried to speak. "Moth-" I tried, my voice wavering slightly, then a new wave of coughing took over and I spluttered, my eyes clouded as I could see in the bucket of water by my bed. I was determined to stay awake, my baby sister came and took over mothers place as she went out to get herbal remedies from the apothecary. Katiana soothed me when I tried to sit and converse with her. I looked outside at the cobblestone streets of our small town outside London, I sighed a sigh of discontent at the men and women strolling down the street, the urchins running, chasing eachother and begging for food. Doing things I could not, for I felt I was dying. "Sister? Amira? If you're conscious, would you like to hear the news? Soon it will be new years, 1885 is almost here! I can't wait!" Katiana babbled on about a dress and how mother was going out for once. I decided to finally sleep, not knowing what nightmarish horrors awaited me in my unconscious state.
Bump, when I started reading it, it reminded me of hunger games but not the killing, its kindof like a district, idk if tht makes any sense
This update, my friend didn't want to read it... It's a liiiiiittle sinister ._. -Amira's P.O.V- I trailed my hand along the carvings on the tree, feeling them swirl and dot along the rough surface. I heard a multitude of twigs snap and turned to face the newcomer. His face was clean shaven and familiar, sort of like... "Father?" I shivered as his face became clearer. He was younger, my age by the looks. "Oh my Lucy, aren't you pretty today? And why are you out here alone?" A grin crossed his face, an evil one. Who was Lucy? Mothers name is Maybelle... "What do you want Arthur? I'm not going to agree to your courtship no matter what you say" I felt my mouth move, the words come out but I had no part in them, I guess I'd have to wait this dream out. "Lucy, Lucy, Lucy... You know I never quit right?" The grin grew larger and darker, it frightened me. Suddenly, my father leapt at me, pinning me, or rather Lucy to the ground. I screamed but he roughly pressed his lips to mine, running his hand down my dress, ripping the fabric of the skirt. I then knew what was going to happen. Frightened, I tried to kick him off without success. By now I was in my lace undergarments and pinned quite roughly to the ground. He fumbled with his trouser buttons, keeping one hand on my mouth so I couldn't scream. Tears ran down my face as it came to me: My father had raped this Lucy girl, and probably killed her too, I guess I would find out if I didn't wake in a few seconds to escape this experience. He had stripped himself neatly and began stripping me cleanly and quickly. I tried to scream but ended up getting a forceful slap across my face. He was ready to begin and nothing would stop him now. I felt pressure on my throat as he placed one hand on my hip, the other on my throat and started to rape me. I cried as the pain shot through me. I felt I was going to die
-Amira's P.O.V- Within a matter of minutes he had finished, getting off of me and kicking me in the stomach twice. I curled up, seeing him draw a knife from his coat pocket. "Oh Lucy, you were a pretty one" He sneered and bent down, running the knife deeply along my cheek bones, making the crimson blood run past my nose and over my lip. He cut out my tongue slowly with a look of determination covering his once peaceful, loving features. I cried, feeling the salty tears run into my cuts and down my face. The blood from my tongue was filling my mouth, I couldn't spit it out, the blood was slowly going to fill my lungs and suffocate me. I cried and cried long after he left, waiting for the blood to take the place of my air. The thoughts processed while I was crying: My father, was a rapist, how is that possible? He, he raped a girl, possibly more. Did mother know? Did he rape her too? I suddenly coughed, spraying blood everywhere, I watched it trickle down a small slope towards the town. I waited, waited to die slowly. Finally I felt my lungs get heavier, filling with the blood from my tongue. I got lightheaded and woozy, I started floating, looking around the bright world, then down at my still body. Lucy was beautiful, I felt sorry that she had to die this way. Before I floated away, I landed next to the body, kissing her softly on the forehead, as a final goodbye to the fair girl I had just spent time in. I got up, dusted myself off, and floated away, seeing in a nearby pond that my reflection was me, not Lucy. I saw everything get fuzzy and figured that I would be stirring now. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a familiar face standing over me. Benjamin, the reverends son. His face looked red, his eyes puffy. "Amira, I'm sorry to inform you"
-Amira's POV- "Amira, I'm sorry to inform you, your sister Katiana is dead, we found her body horribly mutilated in the woods, I cannot feel the same pain you possibly are at this moment" his voice cracked, he teared up, and he sat on the stool last inhabited by my sister. My sister... What? How is that possible... She was right here! I felt my throat close and my eyes brim with tears. She was my friend, one of my only friends. I felt the tears spill from my dark eyes. "Katiana... No..." I managed to choke out before sobs shook my body, scaring Benjamin with the sheer sorrow and pain behind the pitiful sobs. He sat on the bed next to me and wrapped an arm around me, trying to settle and comfort me. It wasn't working. "Hush now, you need your rest, someone will be here in a few minutes to watch over you..." He was about to stand when I remembered how I spoke to Katiana. I quickly grabbed his shirt and reached for the small piece of paper and the pointed charcoal lump I used to write. ' Where is my mother? And who will be here to watch over me? ' I shoved the paper in his hand, watching his eyes dart over the paper.