Chapter One
Coren: Age Sixteen
Coren: Age Sixteen
CLAUD AND CLAIRE. CLAUDIA, CLAUDETTE, AND CLARICE. A family of five. Kill them all. You know what to do. Disobey and there will be consequences.
The voice screams at me. I start running.
It’s windy. Terribly windy.
I can’t do this.
I can. I have to.
No. I can’t. Someone else can do it, but not me. I can’t do this. Not again.
I’m scared. I’m cold.
Did I mention that it’s windy?
I’m imagining tornadoes ripping through this town and carrying me away. If I’m carried away, I can’t complete this appalling task. Maybe the weather isn’t such a bad thing.
Tonight is my nightmare. Tonight is my torture. Wind, rain, and blood. The combination that will ensure my downfall.
CLAUD AND CLAIRE. CLAUDIA, CLAUDETTE, AND CLARICE. A family of five. Kill them all. You know what to do. Disobey and there will be consequences.
I call the voice the Enemy. I can’t escape the Enemy’s harsh whispers. It won’t leave. I must surrender to it, its presence is too strong to resist.
The knife is icy in my hand, yet it’s comforting. I feel secure as my hand grasps it. Secure yet helplessly sadistic. I promised myself I would never do this again. I wasn’t ever going to do this again. But now there is no choice. Now I have too. Tonight could be my end.
CLAUD AND CLAIRE. CLAUDIA, CLAUDETTE, AND CLARICE. A family of five. Kill them all. You know what to do. Disobey and there will be consequences.
The bloodthirsty Enemy attacks the inside of my head again. I wish I could say no. I wish I could disobey.
I realize with every wish my grip on the knife grows looser. I’m starting to panic. I know what will happen if I drop the knife.
“NO! I WON’T DO IT!” someone screams. I realize that someone was me. Had I really just defied the Enemy who had plagued me all my life? The voice I had become a slave to? That’s when I notice something critical. I had dropped the knife. Just opened my fingers and let it fall. It splashed in a puddle on the dirt road. Am I finally free?
Repercussions, Coren. Think of the repercussions. Pick up the knife, Cor, pick it up now.
I surprise myself yet again by standing still. I run no more, nor do I reach for the knife. But what am I doing? I know what will happen if I don’t carry out the Enemy’s wishes. She’ll die. But I don’t know if I can live in fear anymore. Can I really live the rest of my life in slavery just so she lives?
Your lack of action alarms me. Are you really disobeying my orders, Cor? After all we’ve been through?
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” I shout into the damp night. This time, I mean to say the words that come out. I know what the Enemy will say next, but it doesn’t matter. It has been far too long. The Enemy is such a predictable evil, I know what it wants me to do and feel. That’s how it controls me.
Very well, Coren. Claralynn is dead.
I knew those words were coming, but even so, I feel as if I’ve been stabbed. Claralynn is dead. Those three words are so final, so terrifying. What have I done? My knees are about to buckle, but I can’t afford to fall now. Falling means defeat. I’ve been defeated for too long.
I have broken free from the Enemy, yet I also have done the one thing I swore I’d never do. Claralynn will die tonight. Claralynn will die because of me. Claralynn will die with one knife through her heart. But there will be another death tonight. Two hearts will feel the sting of a knife. One heart belongs to Claralynn, and the other belongs to me.
Tonight is my nightmare. Tonight is my torture. Tonight is my demise.
