Bitter Taste
Chapter 2
It doesn't hurt to think of her that much, but I can still hear my parents crying late at night. Air turns cold sometimes, and I can still hear a faint sound of someone one saying 'Pretty, Alex.' And I'll fall asleep with dreams of Jane in my head.
Today is March 13th. Something was strange about today, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I pace my room and then I have an idea. I can go into the attic while my parents think I'm at school. Then, when they go to work I can go up stairs and look around. Perfect.
Not a moment to soon, I ran outside into the alley and hid there, across the street I saw my moms car leave, then my dad. I ran back across the street into my house which I opened with a lock magnet, don't ask me where I got it from. I found it, I swear.
I darted up the steps two at a time. I came up to a door that had a lock on it, the magnet wouldn't work on it so I went into my parents room and Iooked for a key that would fit. I twisted the door knob and went in.
I saw a lot of boxes but the ones I was looking for didn't have anything on it, it was just blank. And they were open. I peeked inside of one and there was a picture of Jane and an old diary, I picked it up and read the back, it read:
'Jane Mary Carter,
12 years old, Manson Dr.'
A tear streaked from my eye. Then I voice behind me said, " What are you doing up here?" I stood there frozen, it sounded like my mother, I turned slowly...talking slowly.
"This is my sister, mom! This is-," When I looked up I saw that it wasn't my mom, it was someone who I remembered, someone who looked like my mom but had see-through skin. I gasped. It was Jane.
