Talking to the Moon

#2: The Book of Truth, The House of Lies

I remember it as clear as day. I was pushed off the top of the slide at the park. I ran away crying and a teenage girl knelt down to me, her hands on either side of my face and she whispered "Little girl, look at me. Look at me child" I sniffled looking at her and she said "You are kind, you are smart, you are important" She hugged me, then picked me up. She looked at the kids laughing at the top of the slide and shouted "You should be ashamed of yourselves!" And then she took me back to my home. That day I swore to always trust this girl

I was four, and now I'm fourteen and my un-biological sister, my beautiful, loving sister is dead. A drunk driver crashed into her blue truck, she was only 26. She was going to get married in two weeks. She was going to have a normal life, she was going to be so happy! She was-

"Sapphire?"

"What?" I snapped looking up. It was one of her teachers, and she looked really surprised 

"A-Are you alright?"

I scoffed standing up from the chair walked off towards the bathroom. Luckily I was alone so I looked in the mirror, seeing a girl with empty dark brown eyes. I sighed putting my weight on my arms that were propped up on the sink. Looking down I tried breathing at a steady pace, but I ended up closing my eyes, tears streaming down like a river, my chest going up and down irregularly, whimpers coming out of my throat. I turned on the cold water to try and drown out the sound of my crying. I wiped my tears away and looked up at the mirror "You are kind, you are smart, you are important"

I looked into the mirror and inspected what I saw. My black hair pulled back in a small ponytail, which was odd because all of my family members has dirty blonde hair. My usually dark brown eyes a bit red from crying, while everyone else has bright blue eyes. I sighed, thinking again if I was adopted, or if it's just recessive genes finally taking control. 

"I wish you were here Amanda" I whispered to myself, running out of the bathroom, down the hall, out the door, down the street and into the library. I slid on past the eyes of the nosy librarians, quickly walking into the always deserted part of the giant library. I sat down clutching my knees to my chest, trying to recollect my thoughts. Peering around I saw a dark green book, shoved way way back. It was bigger than a regular sized book but smaller than a really big book. I looked to the left, then to the right, stood up and slowly walked over to the other side, quickly grabbing the book and going back to my spot. I blew off the dust and tried not to cough. Opening it up, there was a preview. It had a hand-drawn picture of a giant tree and it said at the bottom in cursive: 'The more we know about the Past, the better we can prepare ourselves for the Future.'

I turned the page and saw that the book was all about the Norse gods and goddesses. The one that most intrigued me was the god of Mischief, Loki. To the others he was a trickster, but to me, he was just misunderstood, always trying to reach out for attention. I mean, he was taken away at birth by Odin! And he lied to Loki about this for years! How dare Odin do that!

"I know how you feel Loki" I mumbled "I feel misunderstood as well"

"Oh Sapphire!" A voice screeched in a sing-song voice. I jumped in fright, tucking it under my shirt. Her high heels clicked closer so I sneaked past and into the teen section grabbing the book Eclipse

"There you are Saffie" she squealed smiling "I went to pick you up, but you weren't there so I came here" She grabbed my wrist clutching tightly and I whimpered in pain. She yanked me up and dragged me out. She pulled me into the car and we drove off. I sighed going up to my large empty mansion thinking 'Why such a big house when there's only three people?'  I slipped the book under my pillow, went back downstairs to have dinner