Suicide

Prologue

         It all started in the quiet town of Stormhand. Like many stories and tales a man and a women meet, fall in love, get married, have a child. And so was true. This was no ordinary child. She held a great power, every power known to man. Her name was Emmalyn.
         Emmalyns family became jealous of another family's daughter and her power. So they did something that no one would ever even think of. Emmalyn grew fond of their daughter. Her name was Quinn.
         Quinn's family had died. Emmalyns family had murdered them. Emmalyns family wanted great power, more than Emmalyn. But the only way to get the power that they wanted, was to have a ghost, a child ghost. Emmalyn had no idea that Quinn was not her real sister. Quinn kept quiet about it all. She didn't want her second life to be taken away.
          The girls grew up being homeschooled. Their mother wanted them to get a real education. In there teen years so she decided to send them off to a boarding school. She was nervous. If Quinn spilled over and told Emmalyn or anyone else about the murder, they would all go to jail.
          "We're sending you to a boarding school." Mother said with a grimace, "it's time for a real education". Quinn looked at Emmalyn. This could be there chance for what they needed. What they needed was there family's past to shine through. Although if Quinn told her too early, things could take a horrifying twist. If Quinn told to late, Emmalyn may not understand as well as she would have. Quinn wished she could just curl up into a ball and die. She couldn't though. She had to do what was right in the long run. Or was it?
          They boarded the train from Stormhand to Queensville, where the High School Fantasia lay.
          As the train started to pull out of the station Emmalyn and Quinn watched there childhood disappear into nothing but a small spec in the distance. Physically. Mentally.