Creation cannot be taken lightly. Life will always be important, though there will also be people who cross the boundary. They take that life for granted, taking and rapidly changing lives of everyone around them. We pay for their ignorance, and think none of it. I learned this the moment I was born. There was no mistaking the sensation of your mother's touch, it's a sense of safety in the craziness of life. I only felt it for a few seconds, before I was snatched away into this life I call my own. There was one thing I knew was certain when I was passed into mother's arms. I knew that this woman was not my mother.
My sister Luna and I looked exactly alike, but we also looked nothing like our parents. We had blonde hair and blue eyes. However, my mother had black hair and dark brown eyes. My father, brown hair and brown eyes. Them making a child with blonde hair is unlikely. I spent most my time with Luna as a baby, because my mother was busy either reading stories or staring at us curiously with her demon-like dark eyes.
The morning that my theory became true was early on my third birthday. The sun hadn't even begun to rise, but she did. I was awoken to mother shaking me awake. "Kaye...wake up my darling," she called. The lamp was on, I didn't think much of it until I looked up at her face. She had the face of a demon staring at me with hungry eyes, in her hand; a gun. I started to cry, not of sadness but pure and unmistakable terror. Three years old, trembling in fear of those dark hungry eyes that laid upon me that night. Her long black hair fell loose, falling around her face. She looked more like a demon the longer I stared. I just cried louder, I didn't know what else to do, my life was on the line and all I can do is cry. Father and Luna ran into the room, to see mother holding me with one arm, the other arm with a gun pointed at my head. Luna was paralyzed in fear. Mother, at this point, was switching around where she was pointing the weapon. It moved between Luna and Father multiple times, until Father urged her to stop. Annoyed, Mother stopped moving the gun around and settled its placement, pointing it directly at father's head. Her quivering hands were shaking both me and the gun, she lost control. There were two bullets shot that night. Both of my parents were found dead, Luna and I found among the bodies.
Luna was seven at the time, but she did all she could to keep me safe. We were both put in the local orphanage, two sisters against the world. Well, surrounded by many other girls, that is. You could say that's how we survived. When I was four, Luna and I were both adopted. We were adopted by a girl, named Sian. She had no husband, though she was incredibly beautiful, perfect blonde hair and blue eyes of crystal. Although she was amazing, one thing threw me off about her, Luna and I looked just like her.
We lived happy lives with Sian until Luna turned eighteen. I hardly saw her that day. Both Sian and Luna vanished, not to be seen until later that night. Only Sian came back. Only strange things have happened since Luna disappeared. I can't shake the feeling Sian is hiding things from me, that everyone is. I haven't seen Luna in months now, and Sian is acting anything but innocent. Sian was being too... loving towards me, like she wanted nothing to happen to me. I grew many suspicions, and a hunger for answers. I started listening in on her conversations, phone calls, everything. Nothing useful came of it. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to know what Sian was planning to do with me.
It had been a year and I still hadn't found anything about my sister. I'd just turned fifteen, alone in the world and afraid to learn what will happen to me when I turn eighteen. Where would I go if I got taken, too? I had so many unanswered questions, but I couldn't seem to find the answers I needed. I needed Luna.
So, I left. I ran. I left that house with nothing but a bottle of water. I walked little more than a block away, then I saw a girl. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like me. She smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. It was a smile a predator gave to its prey.
