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"I feel like a small part of me is in real life. But the rest of me is stuck in some non existent void" - unknown
"UP UP NOW! Both of you." a voice screamed and the two teens hurried up. "Aaliyah fix your hair! You look a mess" the lady screams and Aaliyah embarrassingly tried to fix her hair but felt it only got worse.
"Is something wrong" Rae asked and the woman tapped her foot disappointedly. "Your father says to go down stairs" she began "now" she spoke in a aggressive tone. Aaliyah gave a quick glance at Rae's shoes before they both hurried downstairs to meet the disappointing look of their father.
"Children" he took a slight sip from his drink "I want you all to go on a walk this evening. With your mother, collect some berries since we have company coming over soon" he says and before either of the two could say something he waved his hand in a dismissive behavior.
- Rae's POV -
The three of us now walked in the frigid cold "it's bloody freezing out here" I point out as I desperately try to warm up my hands.
"I heard it's going to be worse tomorrow" Aaliyah told me, but never dared look into my eyes. I always wondered why she avoided eye contact. Perhaps she was just too nervous, I wish I knew her longer so I could understand what she's dealing with.
"Right here." Mother stops in her trail, her fancy dress slightly dancing in the wind. Her back towards us, she stood strangely. As if she never wanted to accompany us on this walk. "I don't hear any movement from you two" she turns to face us "these berries won't pick themselves." A small smile was placed on her face, but not one of sweetness.
Aaliyah was the first to apologize "Sorry" she mumbled as she grabbed one of the baskets and began to pick the berries. I too grabbed a basket and went to the berries, only to see the level of thorns that guarded the sweet fruit. "Won't we hurt ourselves?" I ask.
"Bloody hell, don't you ever stop whining?!" Mother spat "Who am I kidding? You are your fathers son after all" she grimaced.
"There's nothing wrong with that" Aaliyah stops picking the berries and fixes her posture "if anything it's a compliment! The two of them are great at many things!" She argued back her eyebrows knitting in slight worry and anger.
"Oh really? What are they great at?" Mother starts. "Well.." Aaliyah trailed off.
"Exactly. They're not good at anything and worst of all they could have been filthy rich if it wasn't for the fact they picked up a dying dog" mother referred to Aaliyah and I felt my anger bubble but Aaliyah looks at me.
This was the first time she's looked me in the eyes, and before I knew it, the basket she once held in her cold hands was replaced with a pocket knife.
God... how I wish I could erase my memories. All the blood.. on the berries, the creek water was red.
I should have trusted mother. The stray dog we picked up would soon get aggressive.
