Screaming cinnamon roll
I have already edited it but I need a second (or a few) opinion(s).
Just saying it's kind of dark towards the end so, you might want to avoid that. You don't have to, it's your choice, but I'm just warning you.
Prologue.
Morrigan looked out to the men in perfect organisation getting ready for battle. Isn’t it funny how we stand so perfectly, backs straight in perfect lines, just to jump into madness and insanity? She shook the thought away. Morrigan hated the idea of leaving home but she hated the idea of staying even more. She pushed a strand of raven black hair behind her ear while she checked her bags one more time. She only packed her most dear positions to take with her to her new home. Now she was ready to leave. She closed her eyes.
“I’m ready,” she whispered under her breath. She held her eyes closed for a few good seconds before opening them. She was afraid she had gone crazy with all the dreams she had been having lately. Luckly, when she opened her eyes a small, round, maroon door had appeared in the middle of the air. She froze for a second,
“It’s real,” she whispered to herself. Slowly she pulled a leather cord out from under her shirt. On the end of it was a small, rectangular, weathered piece of paper. It was the kind of old that made it soft and faded. She slid the cord off her neck. She looked from the paper to the keyhole, or at least what seemed to be the keyhole. where there was supposed to be a keyhole was a small slot, much like one you would see at a train station. She walked up to the door and held the ticket up to the tiny slot. When she put the ticket inside she could hear a satisfying “click.” When she took it out a nine pointed star had been punched into the ticket’s old, rough surface. Picking up her bag she put her hand on the brass door knob, which was surprisingly warm. She took one last look around her room, studying the knots and designs in the wood. She smiled painfully as she took one last breath,
“I won’t miss you one bit,” she said aloud to the house as she turned the brass door knob.
Chapter one. Cadi.
When Meredith found her sister that evening, she was up in the attic. She had pulled her hair out of her usual bun and her legs were hanging out of an attic window. It made Meredith smile being able to see her sister unwind. She looked so beautiful. Her black ringlet-curls was flowing in the fall breeze, and the sun was just touching the edge of the valley of Rosenden, turning her honey brown skin gold. She had a soft smile on her face and her electric blue eyes reflected a golden sheen. Looking at her in the sunset almost distracted you from the deep bags under her eyes, and the scars up and down her legs. She wore a bright yellow dress with a pure white apron. A cool breeze floated past Meredith softly pushing her hair away from her face.
Cadi glanced behind her, “Hey Mer.”
Cadi had a heavy welsh accent that curled and rolled her r’s and made her words thick and guttural. Meredith had one too but hers was fainter, like a softer version of her sister’s.
Meredith slid next to her sister, “Cadi,”
she leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder,“When do we have to leave?”
Cadi glanced down at her younger sister, she opened her mouth to say something then paused. The sky had turned a deep pink red color now and it was dyeing the whole town of Rosenden a deep crimson.
“We have one day before the tax collector returns,” Cadi twisted her silver locket in her palm, not looking Meredith in the eye.
Meredith looked at her sister as the last of the sunlight crept behind the horizon. Cadi’s hair was reflecting the final red-pink rays of light.
They looked up at the sky, the clouds were still a coural pink.
“Let's go on the roof one more time before we leave,” Cadi said watching as the stars started to poke out of the sky.
Meredith smiled at her sister, going inside to get a blanket.
The sky was clear that night, and the new moon was perfect for seeing the stars. Meredith held her sister’s hand as she lay on top of the burgandy quilt.
“Mer, you know what will be nice?” Cadi asked her sister.
“What?” Meredith asked looking at Cadi.
“Wherever we go the stars will always be the same,”
Meredith smiled, she was right. No matter what happened the stars would always be the same.
Cadi suddenly pointed at the sky.
“Make a wish,” Cadi beamed as a shooting star shot across the sky.
“I wish we find a new home soon,” Meredith wished hopefully.
“What did you think of?” she looked at Cadi.
Cadi stared at the sky for a good minute, studying the stars.
“To see them again,” she whispered.
Her parents. Meredith was too young when they disappeared to truly understand what happened. One night when their father had been out hunting and her mother had been cooking dinner there was a huge thunderstorm. Of course Rosenden was a rainy town but it almost never had thunderstorms, and when they did people always went missing. That time it was Meredith’s parents. In a flash of lightning they vanished. All that was left was her mother’s locket which now Cadi wore everywhere.
She squeezed her sister’s hand and whispered “I love you Cadi.”
“I love you too Meredith” she whispered a little pain straining her voice.
The air was quiet, and you could hear the crickets and cicadas chirping. Cadi held on to that silence. It was painful and sad, but it was comforting. She felt like she somehow understood it better than the feeling of happiness. Sadness was familiar, it was like eating a sweet candy after a long time of eating something bitter. You have become so accustomed to how the bitterness tastes so when you have that candy it tastes too sweet.
Cadi looked at her sister,
“Meredith,” she whispered unclasping her necklace, “I want you to have this.”
She placed the silver chain into her sister’s palm.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Cadi whispered.
That night when Cadi went to bed, she felt a pit forming in her throat. She didn’t know why but she felt like she wanted to cry and scream. She had never gone anywhere without her necklace in nine years. It felt strange without it. She felt like she wanted someone to hold onto. Someone to hug. Someone who wouldn’t disappear on her. Of course her sister was there but, she didn’t feel like her sister understood. She walked up to the vanity that sat against the wall opposite to her bed. She looked into her reflection, her eyes were sunken and the normal electric blue of her irises had turned a dieing grey. She looked down at the cuts on her legs, she looked back up at the small box that held the knife that made those scars. Cadi sat down at the vanity pulling the box toward her. She stared at the lid for a few seconds, studying the old paintings of flowers and vines.
… She took a deep breath
in
and
out.
Biting her lip she opened the lid. Inside was a small blade, about half the size of her forearm. It was copper and had turned green around the edges. She pulled up her sleeve to reveal what looked like old cat scratches. She paused again, her fingers on the knife, and asked herself what Meredith would do if she found out. She picked up the knife anyway, pressing the oxidised blade against her arm. She watched as the blood started to pour out of her arm, and she felt the pain lift off her shoulders.
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