Sweet Sleep: children of ankh, #1

In every lifetime, there is a moment, so clear, so profoundly unique that it stands out against billions of other moments. Pay attention, it may contain something that defines you in the future.

Are you certain she’s the one? Lily whispered.

Frost replied, Pretty sure, she even looks like Freja. How old do you think she is? Four, maybe five?

A duplicate of the child ungracefully plopped onto the grass beside her twin. Grey commented, This is an unexpected glitch. What does this mean? How is this possible?

They were mirror images of each other. Frost replied, It's not.

Lily whispered, This complicates things.

One of the freckle-faced twins noticed the Ankh watching. She sprang to her feet, raced over to the fence and stood on her tippy toes. Grinning, she stuck her chubby fingers through the rungs of the fence, squeaking, Do you want to play?

Lily gushed, Aren’t you the most adorable thing in the whole wide world.

What’s your name, delightful creature? Grey asked with an Aussie accent.

I’m not a thing or a creature, I'm a kid. My name is Kayn, that’s my sister Chloe, she pointed a tiny finger adorned with messy sparkle nail polish at her twin.

The scrappy child at the fence radiated joy and the blissful innocence of childhood. There was sand on her lovely frilly white dress, grass in her hair and a frog sticker on her cheek. Her twin was glaring. Clearly, Chloe was not going to be the one abducted by a stranger. Frost was standing there beaming like a fool, so captivated by the scrappy child standing in front of him that he couldn’t even speak.

You guys look like movie stars. Kayn gushed, and then turned her attention to her hand, I have nail polish on, see? she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with pride as she displayed her wiggling fingers for the rest to see.

Lovely, Lily appraised.

A little boy with a mess of dark curls came running up to the fence. Glaring at the group, he grabbed Kayn’s arm, leaned in and whispered in her ear, Chloe says you’re not supposed to talk to strangers.

The little girl stated, Chloe’s not the boss of me. Grasping the fence, she stuck her face against it with her upturned nose sticking through to the other side.

Blown away by the feisty, spirited child, Frost touched one of the little girl’s dainty fingers through the fence. Marvelling at the vibrant intensity of the innocence shining behind the chain link barrier, the immortal whispered under his breath, It’s important you become strong, touching the tip of her nose with his finger.

The Beginning

The humming of Kayn’s blood as it coursed through her veins seemed to sing along to the steady, almost tribal beat of her feet pounding rhythmically into dirt. She resembled a flaxen-haired angel attempting to outrun a cloud with a veil of earth flowing behind her for a moment or two longer than it should with not a whisper of wind in the afternoon air. A smile spread across her lips. Her heart was overflowing with too much joy to be contained beneath a serious competitive demeanour.

In a moment of clarity, she noticed Kevin wasn’t sitting in the grass watching her train. She pictured him rushing to his locker and fumbling with the lock while attempting to keep the facade going. She wasn't stupid. She knew he didn’t enjoy watching her run. There was a method to his madness. Her best friend was madly in love with her twin sister. He’d been addicted to the mere sight of her since kindergarten. To anyone else this would make no sense but Kayn understood. She was Kevin’s friend. Chloe was his fantasy. In her vision of why he was late, he was caught in a swarm of students squishing through the doorway into the gym, shoved against the wall and his books fell out of his backpack. After collecting his papers, he zipped up his bag, continuing his quest to be in the presence of her twin, the unattainable Chloe Brighton. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kevin racing up the hill. He unceremoniously plopped himself in the grass next to her school bag and things were as they should be. 

As she rounded the corner, Kevin was fiddling with his cell. He was timing her. She flashed past in a cloud of dust. Lean and freckled, with tanning spray sparkles glittering in the sun, Kayn imagined she looked quite magical at the beginning of a run, but by the end, she would always end up looking like she’d spent her afternoon rolling in dirt, instead of running on it. They smiled at each other through the haze. With the warmth of the sun’s rays whispering on her skin, she rounded a corner kicking up another cloud to outrun as electricity surged through her. Adrenaline rippled a winding path beneath her flesh, igniting her soul and setting it afire with insurmountable pleasure like she’d been given an anointment of power. She hit the straight stretch in transcendent euphoria, baptized by the sweat trickling down her forehead. Alive in a way only a runner could comprehend, every nerve ending was humming, Faster, Kayn. Go faster. Born to push limits, runners were a breed of their own. Don’t Call Me Baby, was cranked in her ears. Powerful and strong, she kept pace with the beat.

Listening to his music, plucking grass, Kevin glanced up as she approached, overzealously waving with a charming toothy grin. He’d done this since kindergarten. Shaking her head, she slowed her pace. Her heart thumped wildly in defiance to her walking feet as she licked salty lips and wiped the sweat off her brow, drying her hands on her shorts. Noticing the streaks, she knew there was dirt on her forehead. Grassy scent signalled his arrival, and as she turned, his grin told her she was right about the dirt, but he was too busy cheering to mention it. You’d think she’d just won the Olympics or something equally spectacular. The sight of him cheering with no sound to the music in her ears was more than a little adorable. Kayn yanked out one of her earbuds.

Holy crap! Kevin yelled in her face. That’s your best time this year! You are going to kick butt at the finals next month!

My earbuds are out. I can hear you, Kayn hinted, smiling.

Oh, you think you’re pretty cool because you’re fast. Well, young lady, plenty of people are fast, but how many people can do this? Kevin ribbed, doing a dance involving a twirl and a running man, laughing at her mortification.

Please stop, Kayn sighed, surveying the surrounding area for witnesses. She was the socially awkward version. She was fine with that but always did her best to avoid Chloe’s friends after a run when she was in desperate need of a shower. She preferred to skip the week of snarky comments in the hall. She took off as he jogged to keep up with her athletic strides. He was giving her a weird look. He’d often told her she resembled an Amazonian sized forest nymph. She knew it was probably because she was tall and didn’t care if she was covered in dirt. She had never been sure if his observation was meant as a compliment.

Kevin was the most adorable child but when puberty hit, so did a crazy amount of acne. She’d been way taller since seventh grade. Their mothers hadn’t anticipated this complication while plotting their nuptials when they were seven. She thought he was adorable. His skin was clearing up a bit. Her affliction was different, she was invisible. To her, this was a good thing. It was her preference to blend into the crowd.

You are awesome. I’m not saying that to butter you up, so you’ll put a good word in with your sister, Kevin bantered with a grin.

She loved him to death, but she’d been letting him down easy for a decade. Slowing to a casual stroll, Kayn put an arm around him, teasing, My sister is way too advanced for you.

Right, that’s what you say to all the guys stalking your twin, he countered, grinning at her creative way of calling Chloe slutty.

Choking on a laugh, Kayn sparred, I was forced to come up with one token line to use for everyone. It’s a time saver.

Feigning distaste, he flirtatiously responded, I can’t believe after all these years, I’m merely a number to you.

His flirtation attempt was cute. She might have been flattered if he meant it. Giving Kevin a friendly pat on the shoulder, Kayn said, Do yourself a favour, take a hint. She’s not right for you. She slapped his butt. He yelped, jumping away. At least have the decency to warn me if you find yourself wanting to wear my sister as a skin coat so I can get you help, she teased. He shot her a dirty look. Grinning, she taunted, How hard can it be to arrange an intervention in your honour? Let’s try to avoid the padded cell. Kayn winked, waiting for his comeback.

You should have your own comedy show, he commented.

It’d be hilarious if it wasn't the truth, Kayn challenged. Chloe was the polished version of her. Always the picture of perfection, her twin was stylish, popular, and described with flowery words like captivating, stunning, and provocative. Kayn was blandly characterized as cute, funny, and a good runner. They didn’t hang out in the same crowd. Kayn had no crowd. It was just her and Kevin. The only boys who’d shown interest were after her sister. Being less sophisticated, Kayn would fall for their games, thinking foolish thoughts like, maybe this time he likes me? They’d chat on the phone, and just as her heart fluttered with romantic possibilities, they’d make their intentions clear by calling her a friend and asking about her sister. Friends was an uncomplicated word, she had despised from a young age because of Chloe. It felt like the wind from a breath that would blow out every candle of hope she’d kept lit inside of her heart her whole life to date. She’d be lying if she claimed this constantly repeating scenario hadn’t bred resentment, but she never let it show. Not once had she freaked out at Chloe for stealing her imaginary boyfriends or for being morally bankrupt. Her twin didn’t adhere to the same ethical codes as everyone else. Kayn had this thing called a conscience, which included guilt and a voice in head repeating, don’t do it until she chose to listen. She was certain Chloe’s inner voice urged, do it because there was no need for sentiment or morality in Chloe’s mind.

The self-contained universe revolving around her was simply amazing. One could stand with mouth agape for hours listening to stories of mini catastrophes her womb mate caused. It was like she was protected in a snow globe with life’s chaos merely surrounding her. Occasionally someone stirred up the water, but it swirled around her like everything else did, never touching her or causing her to lose a second of control. She was unaffected by the world, unwavering through life’s currents. Believing her alluring sibling had mystical powers, Kayn couldn’t be angry. Chloe had always been enticing like there was catnip for men on her. They were in the same womb for nine months. How all the game ended up in one baby was a mystery. Kevin’s opinion was the only one she valued. They’d joke about her sister’s voodoo magic, but as soon as Chloe was within a ten-foot radius, even he couldn’t tell you his name. She stopped walking and looked back. It felt like she was being watched. Kayn shivered as an icy breeze passed through her, fluttered through the grass, carried on up the hill and stirred up the dust on the track. A random cold spot on a sweltering day was strange. She overworked herself today. Noticing the motionless trees surrounding the track, she turned her attention back to Kevin to hush the nagging voice in her mind, repeating, something’s wrong.

Someone walk over your grave? Kevin whispered in her ear, breaking the silence.

Kayn smiled at Grandma Winnie’s quote. She always said that if someone shivered in her presence. If you sneezed, it was a ghost passing through you. If she was called out for shivering, her retort was, I’m not dead, Granny. The elderly woman’s response was usually something wise and ominous like, if only you knew how irrelevant that word is. Kevin’s grandmother seemed to have a direct line to the spirit world, and nearly all their chats were more than a wee bit creepy. She was a quirky, warm, witty woman who treasured her from day one. Kayn was a faithful member of team Granny. Unlike the rest of the planet, she saw through her sister. She’d gasp for oxygen, whenever Chloe was nearby, pretending she couldn’t breathe while making foul stench related comments, believable enough to cause her twin to smell her own armpits. Being void of respect for her elders, and pretty much everyone else, Chloe would refer to her as a crazy old bat or a witch, then Granny Winnie would call Chloe out on an evil deed like she’d read her mind.

The clear blue-sky altered to a powder of fast-moving clouds. Strange weather. Her pulse raced. The potent scent of grass and pine needles from the trees lining the far side of the track made her eyes water as amplified grass rustled underfoot. Maybe it was a flu? Snapping back to reality as Kevin’s feet came into sight, she raised her brows and pointed out his untied sneakers. As he tied his shoes, Kayn commented like she was reading his obituary, Kevin Smith was a wonderful boy, so smart and good looking but a little clumsy. Had he only tied his shoes, he wouldn't have fallen down the stairs and impaled himself on a janitor’s broom. Remember kids. Tie your shoes. Safety first.

Have I told you lately that you’re an asshole? he jousted as she finished taunting him.

She didn’t have a comeback, just a nasty case of the heebie-jeebies. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Kayn glanced behind her and then from side to side, unable to shake the unnerving feeling something was coming. There was a hollow ache in her chest and a sensation that lingered each time she swallowed.

Leaning in, Kevin whispered, Your sketchy behaviour this afternoon is beginning to creep me out.

His warm breath made her shiver, and she had the strangest urge to kiss him square on the lips. It must be low blood sugar? She replied, Just overtired, I guess, glancing back again.

Stop looking behind us, you’re freaking me out! Kevin laughed, hip checking her.

Shaking her head, Kayn giggled, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.

Twirling in a circle, Kevin announced, Nobody is stalking you I swear.

I know, Kayn answered, Maybe I’m coming down with something?

We should be more worried about your creepy behaviour causing you a nasty case of whiplash, Kevin chuckled, flinging his arm around her, giving her a buddy squeeze as they walked. You should go have a shower. You are sweaty and nasty. What do you do, cover yourself in honey before you go for a run? Chuckling, smelling his hands, he groaned, Ewww, that’s not honey.

There you go talking dirty, literally, Kayn sparred. All of this talk about toxins and waste is so hot.

What was your boyfriends’ name again? Kevin taunted.

What’s your invisible girlfriend’s name again? Kayn asked, winking.

Her name is Chloe. She just doesn’t know it yet, he teased.

Ugh, he couldn’t help himself. Constant talk of her sister irritated her to no end. It was his easy smackdown in a comedy standoff. What’s the difference between you and a stalker? Kayn responded sweetly.

He sighed, Do tell, wise and mighty stalking connoisseur.

It's whether or not you’re wearing my sister’s stolen thong underwear right now, Kayn declared, trying to peek down his shorts.

Hey, hey, simmer down. I’ll yell rape, I'm going commando. Pulling my shorts off isn’t a great idea, he laughed, fending her off.

Like you could handle me, Kayn chuckled, cringing with pain, shifting her backpack to her other shoulder. It had twenty pounds of books in it. She couldn’t memorize her locker combination. She was horrible with numbers. That was her excuse. The real reason being, she’d be obliged to speak to the vapid girls that hung out by her locker. She liked to be left alone in her own little world.

Grabbing her heavy bag, Kevin remarked, Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve been going commando since my first wedgie in fifth grade. If they grab for underwear and don’t find any, they back right off.

Giggling, Kayn countered, I don't doubt that for a second.

You learn lots of nifty things to help you manoeuvre through geekdom unscathed if you’re crafty, you know, he toyed as they continued walking.

He was carrying both bags trying to be a gentleman, it was adorable. She knew how heavy hers was. Smiling, Kayn snatched her backpack back. These moments always made her wonder if they’d ever be something more. Would he ever make a move? She wasn't sure he had any. If he tried something, she’d probably assume it was a joke. He caught her staring and winked. What was she thinking? She must be hormonal.

Nudging her, Kevin questioned, Why is Chloe being into me so impossible to you?

Wincing, Kayn scolded, Stop talking about Chloe, I’m sick of it.

Placing a finger over pursed lips, he whispered, You know not to speak of her voodoo powers.

She grinned. It was the truth. The phrase, Chloe has a boyfriend was easily comparable to cursing out loud in the Brighton household. Her sister ran like she was on fire from every boy she dated. Seemingly normal guys would lose their marbles. The fear of losing her made their sanity unfold like a reversal of an origami swan. It would start with a vehicle outside of the house in the middle of the night and escalate. Once Chloe grew annoyed by their obsessive behaviour, they’d break up, and no matter how wonderful they were, things always went dark. It wasn’t just those she dated. Random guys would break into the house and steal objects belonging to her. After a couple trips the police station, where full-grown men were fawning all over her, her parents understood what she’d always known, Voodoo Powers. The last thing she needed was to be caught gossiping by one of Chloe’s minions. The last guy she broke up with went crazy. Let’s talk about something else, she replied. They looked at each other, giggling. A stinging slap on her rear made Kayn jump.

Hi dorks! How’s social purgatory? Chloe baited, grinning.

Her infamous moderately evil twin was gracing them with her presence, good times. Chloe acknowledged Kevin’s presence with a glance. He turned ten shades of red. Pathetic. Kayn shook her head.

Putting her arm around her, Chloe grimaced, shoving her away, saying, Ewww, yuck, you are sweaty. Listen, backstabbing witch with a B, I don’t feel good. I’m heading home, do you need a ride? She finished the sentence with a show-stopping smile.

It was like her sister’s life was an endless beauty pageant. She was always prepared for a picture. Her show pony sister was sarcastic ninety-nine percent of the time so Kayn rarely took her insults seriously, I’m all good. I'm going for a shower, then to Kevin’s for dinner.

Kissing her cheek, Chloe grimaced, whispering, Yes, go have that shower. She dramatically sighed, I’m grounded again for no reason.

Shocking, Kevin mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Her sister purposely got grounded to have a forced break from her social responsibilities. If medals were doled out in the Olympics for groundings achieved in a three-year period, she would have a gold medal.

Bye Kevy, Chloe sang, flouncing off.

Voodoo powers, Kevin whispered, watching her go.

I heard that you little stinker, Chloe sparred, laughing.

As they strolled away, Kayn teased, I bet when you thought of sexy couple nicknames, little stinker wasn’t one of them. She couldn’t help it. She was on a roll. He socked her arm.

Kayn spun around, accusing, I can’t believe you’d do that, rubbing her arm, pretending to be upset.

I didn’t hurt you, did I? Kevin whispered right away.

Her serious expression crumbled into a grin. She chuckled, No hitting women, smoking his arm twice as hard.

What woman? I don’t see one, he slammed, pretending to search, rubbing his arm. He chuckled, Oh, you mean you.

I’ll butt you out like a cigarette little man! Kayn jousted, making a fist. Kevin glared at her. Oh, no. He had that expression. It was all fun and games until she made one too many short jokes.

I’m not little, he declared, stomping off.

Vertically challenged? Kayn provoked, pursuing him. She was digging her own grave. He could argue for hours.

I only look short to an Amazonian like you, he countered.

Touché, Kayn admitted, suppressing laughter. He had to stop.

I’m still growing, he bantered. I may be the hottest guy in this town in a few years.

If his voice kept cracking, she was going to lose it. They walked into the fitness centre. I’ll see you in fifteen minutes, sexy, Kayn seduced. Grinning, she shoved on the door to the changeroom.

Quit mocking me, Amazonian! Kevin shouted dramatically.

His retort echoed off concrete and tile as she took off her shoes. The cool flooring soothed her aching feet. She dropped her runners. As they landed on the tile, it echoed and repeated like someone dropped another pair. Kayn stripped and gazed at her reflection. She tugged out her ponytail, and damp ringlets fell down her bare shoulders. She tilted her head, posing seductively. He was having a coffee ogling the girl’s swim team. There was no need to rush. He was fine. Maybe, she should start wearing makeup to school? She could look just like Chloe if she wanted to. Kayn plastered a giant pageant smile on her face and scrunched up her nose. She enjoyed being dorky and weird. It would take far too much effort to pull off her sister’s level of perfection. She didn’t need to be perfect. She would wither and fade if she had to live her life under a microscope. She let her strange roam free. Her stomach cramped. She winced and glanced back at her reflection on her way to the shower. The conversation with her sister flashed through her memory. She’d had sympathy pains before when her twin wasn’t feeling well. Chloe was sick today. That’s all this was. She turned on the water and stood under the spray, smiling as it relaxed her weary muscles. Lathering herself with scented pump soap, she hummed her favourite running song. She was singing when the door opened. Awkward. Silently rinsing off, Kayn stepped out of the shower and towel-dried her hair. Nobody was in the change room. Weird? She passed by the mirror, wondering if her sister ever wanted to be more like her. That was crazy. Only five minutes older, Chloe had always acted like those minutes were years. Maybe, it was skills-wise? It would be nice if someone asked her on a date before she was eighty. With no voodoo powers to speak of, all she ever felt around boys was awkward. She was different with Kevin. Having feelings for him would not be a great move friendship-wise. There it was again, that ominous word, friends. With moisture from her hair trailing a river down her spine as she dressed, Kayn’s thoughts kept drawing her back to confusing romantic feelings for her best friend. What was with her inner dialogue today? Hoping Kevin hadn’t reached the point of being frustrated waiting, she grabbed her bag and shoved open the door. He was sitting on the railing, looking up at the sky with his mouth open. Wandering over, she teased, Trying to catch flies?

Always, Kevin sparred with quick wit and a dimpled grin.

What are we looking at? Kayn asked, gazing up, mimicking his open-mouthed awe.

Come on, I’ll show you, Kevin laughed, taking her hand as they strolled to the field.

She’d lived this moment a thousand times. Kevin sprawled in the grass, and she did the same. Oh, wow. I get it. Look at how fast the clouds are moving. Maybe there’s a storm coming? Kayn whispered, observing the sky from her spot in the plush cushion of greenery. A sharp pain seared through her core. She grabbed her stomach. Sucking a deep breath in, she gasped, What the hell was that?

You okay, Brighton? Kevin said as he sat up and reached for her.

Kayn winced again as she doubled over, her insides afire with strange, penetrating pain. Kevin placed his hand on her midriff, and the pain disappeared as quickly as it began.

He looked at her, saying, I bet you need a big glass of water and something to eat?

She shook off the feeling she was missing something and got up. She forgot lunch. She was just dehydrated and hungry. With the pain gone, she replied, Yeah, that’s probably it.

You skipped lunch again, didn’t you? Kevin scolded with a disapproving look.

Smiling, she admitted, Guilty as charged. There was a simple explanation for the pain. She was practicing at lunchtime, she forgot to eat. Shivers crawled up her spine and she felt the urge to look behind her. Concerned, she spun around, trying to shake off the strange sensation plaguing her all afternoon. Her internal dialogue was still whispering, be careful. She shook off the anxiety. It’s just low blood sugar or the heat. As they strolled home, they stopped by the turn off to Lakeshore Drive. The last horror movie they watched took place at a lake. It was probably a mix of a bunch of things. Low blood sugar, heat exhaustion, and recalling a horror movie was enough to make anyone feel a bit wonky. She laughed at her overactive imagination.

Yanking a handful of grass from the earth, Kevin inhaled its fragrance and declared, Just what I thought.

What’s that? Kayn enquired, knowing he was about to make a joke about the movie.

It’s hillbilly urine, we’d better get our tasty selves’ home, he announced with dramatic flair. Kevin ominously pointed in the direction of his house, proving he had no acting chops.

Let’s get out of here geek, Kayn sighed, shaking her head.

Grinning, he posed like he was at the start line of a race, provoking, It’s got to be close to five, I bet dinner’s already on the table.

Eyeing up the competition before simultaneously grinning, they sprinted through the field before the trails. They’d been doing this ritual race home since they were allowed out of their yards as children. Kevin was a sneaky opponent because there was no possible way to beat her in a race without trickery involved. He shoved her, and she fell with a thud into the grass. Cheater! She hollered after him as he ran away, cackling. Sprawling dramatically in the grass, she gave him a head start before scrambling to her feet and beginning her pursuit. On his tail even with his rule stretching, she slowed her pace. It was good for him to win sometimes. Vaulting over the fence, Kevin beat her, raucously cheering with his arms raised. He’d never won graciously. She’d take one for the team to see him this happy. As he opened the door, delicious aroma wafted out.

Greeting her with an enormous loving bear hug, Mrs. Smith raised her brows, scolding, You two are covered in grass. Brush yourselves off outside and go wash your hands. Make it quick. We’re all at the table ready to eat.

Wiping each other off outside, they raced for the bathroom. This time he legitimately beat her. When Kevin came out, he gave her a playful shove as he passed. She checked herself out in the mirror and giggled while picking grass out of her hair. How wrong must it look when two teenagers of the opposite sex show up for dinner covered in grass? Well, anyone else. For them, platonic wrestling was normal. If her dad caught them wrestling on her bed, he wouldn’t flinch. After washing her hands, Kayn wandered into the dining room and sat at her usual spot. Kevin’s family mirrored her own. They were always cracking jokes and chatting loudly about their day. She loved everything about the Smith house, from the mismatched frames filled with family photos in the dining room to the outdated green shag carpet in the den. The ambiance was completed by a cozy couch with two peacefully lounging felines. Granny sat at the head of the table. Her wispy white hair was even more wildly untamed than usual. She’d always been able to envision Kevin’s grandmother as a younger woman because of the black and white picture of her in the hall. Beautiful didn’t encompass Granny in her youth, for she had been enchanting with crimson curls and exquisitely structured cheekbones. There was strength of spirit in her eyes. Physically as frail as a fawn, she wasn’t the picture of pin-up perfection, but had an unexplainable quality that made you curious. She was a girl with many secrets. The chapters were written in the creases of her smile.

Famished, Kayn devoured her meal and reached for another bun. Granny Winnie had been staring at her for fifteen minutes. It didn’t look like she’d blinked. She hadn’t touched her meal. Was she alright? Usually talking everyone’s ears off, she hadn’t spoken a word. Smiling, Kayn enquired, How was your day, Granny?

Granny Winnie said, You know something’s amiss, don’t you? Her eyes widened. She covered her mouth like she’d said something naughty.

Granny was always saying ominous things. This wasn’t even the creepiest thing this week. Kayn took a bite of her bun, unsure of how to respond.

Kayn had cramps. She forgot to eat lunch, Kevin answered for her.

Kevin’s mom reprimanded, You are going to make yourself sick, honey. You need to eat properly!

Perhaps, Granny Winnie replied, glanced down at her plate.

Granny looked ill today. It felt like she had more to say. Feeling eyes on her, Kayn peered up.

With unmasked sadness, Granny warned, Always listen to your instincts, child. They are never wrong.

She’d been saying that for years, so she brushed it off.

After dinner, they hung out in Kevin’s room until his mom came in to tell her it was nearly eight. She didn’t really want to go home, but they’d reached the age where boy-girl sleepovers were frowned upon. As Kayn was preparing to leave, Granny made her way over, embraced her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, and whispered in her ear, You survive this night. You fight hard.

There would be at least a three-hour-long conversation about spiritual things if she asked her to explain what she meant. She didn’t have the mental steam left inside of her to go through the motions today. Kayn excused herself and went to the bathroom. She called home and it went straight to voicemail. Chloe was probably on the phone. Heaven forbid she had a crisis and needed to talk to her parents. Chloe had a cell, but she was always grounded from it. They allowed her to talk on the landline for hours, which meant nobody else could get through. She tried her mom’s cell, knowing she was going to be a few minutes late and left a message when there was no answer. She shoved her phone back in her pocket and tip-toed down the hall to Kevin’s room. She had time for a prank to liven up his evening.

When she reappeared, Kevin’s mom handed her a bag of eggs for her family from the chickens in their backyard. His dad offered to drive her because it was already dark. The drive was uneventful. The same old muted dusk scenery flashed by her window. As they pulled up in front of her house, she leaned across the seat and thanked Kevin’s dad with a hug. She opened the door and took a deep breath. The air smelled like wet cherry blossoms. It must have been raining while they were eating dinner. She stepped out of the car into a puddle and twisted her ankle. Of course. With a soaked foot, eggs, and school bag in hand, she hobbled up the driveway towards the front door. She lived in a wooded, somewhat isolated area. Normally she would have darted from Kevin’s dad’s car into the house, but her ankle stung each time she put pressure on it. As she came closer, she noticed the door was partially open. It was a little windy out and quite normal for the door to be unlocked. Maybe it was left ajar and opened by the wind? She heard tires on gravel and turned just in time to see Kevin’s father driving away. Kayn felt off, apprehensive as she made her way up the gravel driveway to the door that seemed to have a life of its own, shifting from cracked to closed with the breeze. She dug out her phone to look at the time. Quarter after eight. She was fifteen minutes late. The door moved again. She shook her head and laughed. This was obviously a prank. They’d left the door open, and entrance lights off to freak her out. Chloe was probably hiding around the corner. Practical jokes were a daily occurrence in their household. Slivers of light from the moon flashed through branches as they swayed in the wind and for a moment it felt like they were waving her away. She was being silly. She shoved her cell into her pants, accidentally pocket dialling Kevin.

I’m home! Kayn yelled, kicking off her shoes and dropping her backpack. She flicked on the light and nothing happened. The power wasn’t out. The lights were on upstairs when she walked up the driveway. It’s just a burnt-out lightbulb. She massaged her ankle. Great, there goes the track meet. Kayn tried to take off her wet socks. A stab of pain from her freshly twisted ankle caused her to place a hand on the wall while attempting to balance. Her hand slid off as she struggled to tug off a sopping wet sock. Kevin’s mom gave us eggs, she called out, realising she was alone. Where would they go at this hour? Her mind sorted through scenarios. Something wasn’t right. Mom… Dad? She said, answered by silence. She went to close the door and felt something wet. A faint sliver of light was streaming through the doorway. She stepped into it and held out her hand. Her palm was covered in blood. Whose blood was this? Paralyzed by fear, adrenaline coursed through her like thousands of tiny spiders running on the surface of her skin. A dark figure loomed at the end of the hall. Who was that? She gingerly stepped backwards.

In a primal shrill pitch, Chloe shrieked, Run Kayn!

With survival instinct on fire, Kayn fled with the bag of eggs. Rattled, she ran with no rhyme or reason, slipping in wet grass. Scrambling forward, she sprinted for the trails, pitching the bag to slow her attacker. Fuelled by panic-induced impulse, she burst through overgrowth, ignoring pain as blackberry brambles tore her flesh, running with everything inside of her as twigs