Dear Recovery

Chapter 1- The interview

They asked me lots of questions, 'how did you escape?' Or 'What really happened January 16th? I never really knew how to answer them, the mermories were fuzzy after 3 months, or that was how long I was told to be out there. They would be shocked, asking me more questions than before 'How could a 14 year old girl survive with basically nothing?'  It was stupid how they could think I couldn't handle myself.

"Ms. Vail, could you answer the question please?" The interviewer, Natalie, asks calmly.

"Could you repeat? And there's no need to call me 'Ms. Vail,' just call me Evelyn." I responded, when people said stuff like "Ms. Vail," it brought back too many memories of my now deceased mother.

"Yes, Ms- I mean Evelyn," Natalie corrected "What happened January 16th on 1623 Woodward Drive?"

I was anxious at the question, my father always told me I stutter when i was nervous, but I never noticed it.

"I-I don't know-w what happened, he took an axe to the door, he h-had a pistol in hand, a-and-and then, he looked a-at my m-mother, m-my grandmother, a-and my f-father. H-he turned to me a-and my brother a-and smiled."

"Ma'am? What truly happened on 1623 Woodward Drive, like, what happened next?"

"He shot them."

A sound of silence hushed around, the room

"He s-shot them, a-all of them except me and my brother. Once he was done he would turn to me again, his plastic smile w-would shine a-against our old lamp." She confirmed, remembering that the old lamp needed a new bulb every month.

Natalie Sparks looked at the ground, "I'm sorry for your loss." She said in an emotionless voice, "H-how did you and your brother survive in those woods?" Her voice didn't as excited anymore, it sounded hollow, like she just witnessed a murder scene, a gruesome one.

For once, I didn't answer her question...

"Evelyn Vail, who was the man who killed your family?"

Again, no answer. One question after another sounded almost like a whisper, or through a tunnel, I didn't want to hear this anymore.

"Evelyn," She said calmly "How are you alive?"

I sighed deeply, there was no avoiding these damn questions. I told her the truth of what i've been bottling all these months.

"I killed my brother."

Sorry it's short, but hey, its the first chapter! Anyway, this is gonna start to be the main book on my account (i will try to update my others, but im not holding an promises!) so i hope you enjoy it!

Question of the day: Which way do you spell it Grey or Gray?

~Author Chan