Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 1:35:02 GMT -5
Abbie looked down at her feet. Or where her feet would be, if she could see passed her poofy dress. It was a nice dress, with a brides-veil material underneath, and then a silky smooth fabric of a creamy pink with darker bows around the dress, as well as a nice brown ribbon ties around her waist. The dress was a little worn down, with frays on the once pretty under material, and tears in some places on the pink fabric. Abaddon didn't like to talk about how those got there. Tilting her head slightly as she looked down, she pulled her dress back and looked at her baby blue ankle-high boots. She remembered Mama had told her that day she didn't match well, but Abbie refused to change. She didn't really like this pink dress at the time, but way back then it was a brighter pink, and she had a matching bow. That bow was gone now. At least Angie still had hers. Oh well. These boots used to be spit shined; If so much as a smudge on the sole was visible, one of the families maids would have cleaned in a jiffy. The girl's mouth turned to a frown.
She stared at her tombstone. The words engraved into the grey stone were getting difficult to read as time passed, but they were there. Abbie's eyes had a difficult time making out the words- she still wasn't entirely literate. She had started school late, when she was eight, because of some strange sickness she had gotten. Instead of being in fifth grade, the young girl was only in the first. Or was. Despite being a hundred years old, young Abbie still had a similar mindset to the one she portrayed when alive. Shifting her gaze to the right, there lie an identical tombstone, but this one had her sister's name on it, and the same death year. Too bad the bodies weren't actually under the stones. That was why the two girls couldn't rest, even if they wanted to. Even they didn't know where their bodies were, but they knew the man that had killed them did. He was dead by now, but he'd never been caught for his crime. The girl's anger flared, causing both cemetery lights to burst, glass falling everywhere. Sighing, she stood up and walked toward the woods.
Darling had taken her here not too long ago. Okay, so this was some dog she'd taken off it's leash in some random back yard, and Darling had been dead longer than she had, but this was still a dog. All dogs were Darling. And Darling had showed her the old abandoned house in the woods. That house happened to be her old cottage. It wasn't exactly the old Blackwell household, but it was more of a summer cottage. It was in this house she and her sister were abducted. Carefully opening the door, the girl sent a wave of electricity through the wood, which in reality shouldn't have been possible. All of the bugs within and on it sudden fell to the floor. Looking around, Abbie's memories came flooding back, and she didn't like it. She didn't like what she was. Abaddon didn't want to be this way. She just wanted her family back. Hearing a sound, the girl disappeared into nothing, looking out the door of the house. She saw a figure, and instantly smiled darkly. Still unseeable, she spoke in a monotonous voice. "Hello, can I use your phone. I think I'm lost."
She stared at her tombstone. The words engraved into the grey stone were getting difficult to read as time passed, but they were there. Abbie's eyes had a difficult time making out the words- she still wasn't entirely literate. She had started school late, when she was eight, because of some strange sickness she had gotten. Instead of being in fifth grade, the young girl was only in the first. Or was. Despite being a hundred years old, young Abbie still had a similar mindset to the one she portrayed when alive. Shifting her gaze to the right, there lie an identical tombstone, but this one had her sister's name on it, and the same death year. Too bad the bodies weren't actually under the stones. That was why the two girls couldn't rest, even if they wanted to. Even they didn't know where their bodies were, but they knew the man that had killed them did. He was dead by now, but he'd never been caught for his crime. The girl's anger flared, causing both cemetery lights to burst, glass falling everywhere. Sighing, she stood up and walked toward the woods.
Darling had taken her here not too long ago. Okay, so this was some dog she'd taken off it's leash in some random back yard, and Darling had been dead longer than she had, but this was still a dog. All dogs were Darling. And Darling had showed her the old abandoned house in the woods. That house happened to be her old cottage. It wasn't exactly the old Blackwell household, but it was more of a summer cottage. It was in this house she and her sister were abducted. Carefully opening the door, the girl sent a wave of electricity through the wood, which in reality shouldn't have been possible. All of the bugs within and on it sudden fell to the floor. Looking around, Abbie's memories came flooding back, and she didn't like it. She didn't like what she was. Abaddon didn't want to be this way. She just wanted her family back. Hearing a sound, the girl disappeared into nothing, looking out the door of the house. She saw a figure, and instantly smiled darkly. Still unseeable, she spoke in a monotonous voice. "Hello, can I use your phone. I think I'm lost."
