The Undead Ch2: A Shadowed past
When I turned 12, my sister died of a disease. It was horrible! It turned her blind, and she lost her eyesight immediately. Doctors desperately tried to keep her alive and stop the disease, but it was too late. It went from her eyes to her brain. She lost most of her memory, all but who her mother was.
She even forgot who I was sometimes.
I would sit next to her bed, and talk to her. She would talk to me, like usual, but the next second, she would ask me who I was. That hurt me, for my sister and I were two peas in a pod. She was a year younger than me, and I would always teach her new things and take the blame for her.
We looked alike. We both had dark hair and pale skin, but her eyes, were almost white. They were like snow, light and sparkly. If you looked into them, I swore, they would burn my eyes if I looked into them for a second.
When the disease spread to her brain, she would grow weak. She had to drop out of school for she would pass out too frequently. Once, for a school dance, I dressed up into a beautiful dark blue gown that matched my eyes. As I walked past them, for they were seated on the couch, she stopped me.
“Luchia, where are you going? I thought we were going to play charades.”
I froze and turned around slowly. “I’m going to the Valentine’s dance, Mauria.”
She lifted her head, her eyes looking in my direction. “Come here. I want to see your dress.” She would always say that. When she says see, that means she simply feels the dress and imagines it in her head.
I hesitantly walked over to her, and she reached out her little hand. She ran it over the soft fabric and she smiled. “It’s beautiful, sister.” But when she ran it up to ones spot, she flinched back. “What are you wearing?! That shows too much skin, go put on a jacket or something, Luchia!”
I shook my head, tears randomly starting in my eyes. “All right.”
“We don’t want perverted boys looking at you that way!”
“Mauria!” I snapped, rolling my eyes. Yeah right, no boy ever looking in my direction for I never looked in his.
I started to walk to the door, when I heard Mauria complain. “Why me, mom?! Why can’t this happen to someone else?! I hate not being able to see! I can’t even see my own sister’s dress! This sucks.”
Tears prickled down my cheek and I walked back in to find her shaking her head.
“Every day I feel sick, and tired! I hate it! I hate it!” She started yelling and mom hushed her. I ran forth and gave her a comforting hug. “I don’t want to die, Luchia. I’m scared.” She started crying, the hardest I’ve ever seen. Never in my life have I seen someone cry so hard.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead, whipped away my tears, and went to my dance.
She died 3 weeks after that.
I was starting to go in a depression after that. I still looked the same, but was mainly acting happy when I smiled. I was thinking of running away a short while after that, but decided that I should stay…For mom.
But a year after that, when I was 15, my mother died. She never actually died…She just disappeared.
“Mom, where are you going?” I asked, that one night. She glanced at me, her pink gown fluttering a bit.
“Oh, just on a walk sweetheart. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead and left. I waited and waited, but after 2 weeks, I realized she was long gone.
That’s when I ran away. I guess I did it to start over, maybe? Like, maybe if I go somewhere I where I knew nobody, then I could start over.
I grabbed important things and fled. I mainly walked. I walked through forests, deserts, snowlands, and towns. I found some weird places, trust me. But I met a group of people very special.
It happened down at a market. Well, it was one of those world markets. I was looking at some fruit and calculating in my head if I had enough coins.
“Excuse me,” I turned around to see a teenage girl staring at me. She had bright blue eyes and dark skin. She had dark brown hair, although not as black as mine. “Do you know where a motel is?”
I stared at her and she stared at me. I hadn’t spoke in awhile. I thought about the question, and realized, I walked by a motel from where I went. “Yes. Down the street north there’s a motel. It’s hard to miss.”
She thanked me but lingered a bit. Her eyes studied mine.
“Are you homeless?”
I stared at her in surprise. Wasn’t that a bit personal? Why would she ask something like that? I just nodded and lowered my eyes.
“It’s all right,” She assured and walked to me. When she was standing in front of me, she whispered. “I’m traveling with the avatar, would you like to join us?”
And the next words I said, changed my life.