"Well then, I'm sorry but I have to do this..." said Darker's spirit. I heard a loud noise and I don't know if it was a snap or a clap or what. But it made me look up. It was the windows flying open. I got up to close them—already being cold from the dead body in my arms, I didn't like the winds open. When I got up something horrible happened! Darker's body crumbled into a thousand little pieces of dust. So that pulled my attention away from the window. And just my luck, a big gust of wind comes and pulled all the pieces of dust from my room and into the air and the world. "NO!" I shouted, reaching, grabbing for the precious dust. But it was too late. The dust was already within my reach and if I reached any further it would mean a straight drop to my death. Oh how that drop would be worth it. "I know what you're thinking Tess. Don't you dare!" Screamed Darker's spirit as she slammed the window shut. I sat down on the window seat, not caring that it was soaked in blood, and cried until I decided to take a nice hot shower to call my nerves. Ya so much for that. I cried the whole dang time. I got out an I could tell something was different. No blood. I got dressed then walked into my bedroom. No Blood! But in the spot where Darker's dust was, was a little red velvet box with a golden T on the top. I picked up the box and held it close to my heart. Instantly a fresh wave of sadness washed over me. So I opened the box and inside was a blood red stone shaped like a heart on a golden chain. It's beautiful. I thought. So of corse I put it on and I felt even sadder. "**** it, Darker, why do you keep making me feel sad?! I'm trying to calm down." I said. Silence... ࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂ "Mummy, come push me!" Four year old me laughed and ran over to the swing that my parents built when the first fell in love. "Okay, sweetie!" She called with a big smile on her gorgeous face. But then things changed. What happened? At first I was watching s memory of my mum and I. Now I'm watching a film of her coughing he life out. A chill went down my spine. Mum died like that. Darker died like that. Am I going to die like that? ࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂ I awoke crying and swinging my fist as who ever was holding me. "Shhh... It's just a bad dream." He said. It was my father. "Everything's alright now, princess." He cooed. "Papa..." I said, calling him the name I called him when I was five. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. "Am I going to die like mother did? Only not the cancer?" I whimpered the question out. I doubt he heard it. Unfortunately, he had heard it.
"What? No. Don't even think that!" My father said, getting up. He sounded angry... "I'm sorry! It was just in my dream!" I cried trying to make him feel bad for yelling. "Get dressed." He said. "We're going to dinner with the Johnsons so pay our respects for Joe's murder." "Yes father." I said as he walked out of the room. I wore my leather jacket, and the boots, and put some throwing knives into the loops on the inside. "Gotta be prepared," I whispered. I walked into the bathroom to go put my hair up when I noticed something. My hair is turning black! HAHAHA!! Cliff hanger!!