The Rebirth of the Dead Heiress

It was a new morning.

A new morning to forget whatever happened the night before, to live on, and to focus on reality like I always did.

'But where has that gotten you?' My inner self scoffed. 'Focusing on the reality you say.'

And a new morning to resume the torture from the citizens of Pineville. The school was the worst. Always going overboard with their tortures. But I've handled it so far and I think I still have the strength to take on more. 

'What do you think? You would be dead by then'

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"Your parents are weird" My brother, Samuel told me the minute I came to the table for breakfast. 

Okayyy I already knew that. And besides he's talking like my parents were not his parents. 

"Say what now?" I dropped my bags on the empty seat beside me and turned to look at him with a raised brow.

"They've been arguing in hushed voices ever since we" he pointed In between Sikara and himself and scoffed "…we got here" 

"Pfffttt... and that makes them only my parents? You're ridiculous." I say to him and took my seat beside Sikara. Never forget, you are the first child" 

Sikara coughed while Samuel rolled his eyes at me and proceeds to call out for our parents

"Mom...Dad!!! Sara is here now, you guys can come over. And stop the fights, it's annoying."

I sighed "That isn't the way to talk to your parents' dude, have some respect."

"Whatever. Stop scolding me. I don't remember giving you the right." he glared.

My parents stopped their secret conversation and headed to where we were. While dad came for his seat at the head table, mom stopped by the kitchen to bring out our breakfast. 

I turned to look at Sikara sitting beside me, her look sullen. Sitting in a moody silence didn't suit her character at all. What happened? 

Sikara was always cheerful. She was the one who always brought revelry at the dining table admits all hopelessness. She didn't have a bad dream, did she?

Taking and releasing deep breaths, I sharply turned towards Samuel who had suddenly slapped me on my hands and now they had begun hurting. 

"Why did you do that?" I growled, rubbing my other hand on the sore spot.

He nodded towards the kitchen and my eyes followed "Mom has been calling you over for hours now, didn't you hear?" He was always exaggerating.

"No, I didn't" I spat

"So, where was your mind?" He smirked

The Atlantic Ocean.

I wanted to say that, but I didn't. I knew my boundaries, I knew how to be respectful unlike him. I just openly ignored him and made my way toward the kitchen, to help mom bring out the breakfast. 

I have always regretted my traits and character. One of many was being respectful. I never talked back, no matter the situation. I always kept my voice low at all times and to be honest, this has never gotten me anywhere, but I could never change. I tried so hard to change but being a cold bitch wasn't me.

The coldness of the kitchen coupled with the coldness of mom's expression quickly bathed me in and I shuddered. Mom was never the one to smile unnecessarily. The only smile I have ever seen on her face was a pretend one... "Sara pick up a pace! You are a woman, don't be slow" She cut me off and I walked faster toward her "Help me with the other things, I can carry this one to the table. Bring the milk from the fridge and come with me"

"Okay," I sighed and open the fridge to bring out the milk from the fridge when I came in contact with the black bottle containing a liquid that mom and dad always drank when mom shouted at me

"Leave that! I'll carry it myself." She flipped out.

Wow so suddenly, and just for a liquid? It had never crossed my mind to check the contents of the liquid because, also one of my many characteristics, I always followed orders. Mom and dad had warned us never to touch that particular bottle and we never did.

I obeyed.

But I had always wondered if Samuel obeyed or if he has touched and seen the contents of the bottle without our parents' knowledge. But I was too scared to ask him so I kept the thought to myself. What was even in that bottle? I wanted to know...I always want to know but I just couldn't. After all, he once said the insides were disgusting. That was the only thing I ever got out of him.

"Ohhhh... I...I am so...sorry. I just wanted to help" I sniffed, trying not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes drop.

Another one of my many characters, I always cry for stupid reasons and that was never good. It was the most stupid thing ever. I wanted to stop it but I just couldn't bear the thought that I am being shouted out. So to just let out my feelings, I just cry. Cry it out...it always helped.

"Shift" she pushed me aside and reached for the bottle, taking it with her and putting both inside the tray she was carrying " Bring out the milk. That is how you can help. And stop being so damn nosy all the time." And she walked off with a frown, leaving me behind her cold expression. 

I shivered. She always managed to bring out the chill and the creeps in us, me especially. I wanted to talk back. I just want to give her a piece of my mind but I couldn't. Something just stopped me...

My weak and soft heart did.

I was powerless. 

Samuel just didn't care what she do or say. He was always the warm kid, but I didn't know what happened that made him change so suddenly. Giving him 360 degrees of change in attitude towards our parents. That look of love he always gave them, unanticipatedly changed into a look of distrust and hatred. Words never expressed it but I knew it, his eyes told everything. 

I cleared my throat and returned to take out the milk from the fridge. Then I walked back to the dining 

"Now you can sit" Mom gestures towards my seat and I just obeyed with a nod and took my seat beside Sikara. 

Mom started mixing the milk in the cereal for Sikara and gave her soon after, while she dropped bacon and eggs on each of our plates.

Samuel inched towards me, and whispered "You always obey like a dog Sara" 

Ouch. That hurts.

Still, I ignored him and just buried my head in the sand with a sigh. Although he was right it still hurt having the truth slapped against my face. It hurt. I always obeyed like a dog. Just like I never have the heart to say 'no' to anybody.

"You didn't have to be so rude" I grumbled