She\nstood on by the lake deeply gazing outward as if back in time. The\ngray clouds crept in the wind as the waves lapped against the shore. The breeze\nmade the trees and high grass dance. Nothing but the rustling of the leaves\ncould be heard. Pulling her shawl tighter into her body she sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s been 10\nyears. They came and went and now she is back to where it all happened. She\nwished she could go back in time and change that fateful day. She was eleven\nthen. It was a day just like this but she was not alone. Her twin sister was\nthere that gray dark day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In her mind,\nshe could see the events unfold. She was jealous that her parents treated her\nsister like royalty and everything always worked out for her. She didn\u2019t mean for anything bad to\nhappen but it did. Deep down she knew she hated her but that was then. Now she\nregretted pushing her down in the waves. Pushing her face in the mud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am so\nsorry.\u201d She whispered as she started to cry. She must have said it a million\ntimes. However back then she was happy she did it. Pushing her sister\u2019s\nunmoving body out into the lake. She was glad then. She remembered she had to\nwipe the smirk off her face when her parents panicked and questioned her what\nhad happened. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She lied. She\nsaid her sister was playing at the edge of the lake and slipped in by a fallen\nlog. Everyone looked and searched for her but in the end, her body was never\nfound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stepped\nforward into the water to feel the water one last time. The cold murky water\nwashed over her ankles. She thought of life these past 10 years and somewhere\ndeep down she was still glad she did what she did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She shuttered\nas she gave one last glimpse and turned away from the lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was almost\nout of the lake when she heard a giant splash and a scream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She turns\nabruptly to see someone floundering out in the middle of the lake. She took two\nsteps back into the lake, the water is now close to her knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She peered to\nsee what was splashing. As she squinted she heard her name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJulie! Help!\u201d\nthe person screamed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She went white.\nShe knew that voice. It belonged to her sister. She gasped in horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, no, no she\nis dead!\u201d she thought, her eyes watching the violent splashing out in the\nmiddle of the lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJulie! Please\nsave me!\u201d The voice strained once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She froze. She\ncouldn\u2019t move. \u201cYou are dead!\u201d She muttered over and over. The splashing stopped.\nThe lake went still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am losing my\nmind.\u201d She said trying to catch her breath. She scanned the lake looking for\nlife but nothing moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have to get\nout of here.\u201d She thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As she turned,\nshe screamed. In front of her was her sister. Missing eyes, algae tangled in\nher hair and twisted around her neck. Her sister’s mouth opened, black liquid\ncame out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is your\nturn to sink Julie.\u201d Her sister croaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instantly she\nwas pulled under the water as her sister stood above her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She clawed and\npanicked sucking water in. Deeper and deeper she sunk into darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soon stillness returned to\nthe lake. The gray clouds still crept in the wind as the waves lapped against\nthe shore. Nothing moved but the rustling of the leaves in the trees.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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