This is my story From Feathers to Flame I’m trying to do one chapter per week. Hope you guys enjoy
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to finally be out of an abusive house-hold. It never used to be like this but my memories haven’t been all to pleasant since my sister died. My mom, and my step-dad were trying to teach my older sister how to drive. Some drunk dumb ass slammed into the driver’s side door, sending my sister Jessica through the windshield, killing her instantly. It has been four years since that day, I was twelve years old.
My step-dad was always a drunk, my mother who resorted to drugs; was always high. Me on the other hand talked to my dead sister on a frequent basis. She told me not to worry about mom and Mark, they would straighten things out eventually. I got hit; a lot especially when I told my parents about mine and Jessica’s conversations.
My mother was furious, she would slap me and scream in my face “Why doesn’t she talk to me?!” or my personal favorite, “You don’t deserve to talk to my baby!”. For a thirteen year-old being told I wasn’t worth my sister’s time, I think I took it pretty well. I would sit and cry, for hours to Jess, telling her that I missed her being around and how it was before the accident but she would just tell me every thing would work out sooner or later. Some how, it did, in a sick and morbid way.
Through out the years her comforts got more and more violent though, screaming “Next time that he hits you, hit that bastard back!”. At this point I knew something was wrong with my beloved sister, it was so uncharacteristic like of her to say anything like that. Anything that had to do with violence she avoided like the black plague when she was alive. I suppose being dead does that to a person though… She threatened over and over that if I didn’t do as she said, she would leave. Finally the time came and she asked me to kill my parents. “Put them out of their misery,” she said. So I did.