The Alone Time

by Elle Marr

I survived a plane crash that took my parents’ lives, that left me and my younger sister, Violet, to fend for ourselves for months. When a rogue hiker finally spotted us and came to our rescue twelve weeks after the crash, we had become so accustomed to the world as we knew it, we didn’t want to leave. Well, I did. I wanted shelter and a hot shower as a thirteen-year-old girl. Violet, as a seven-year-old, had accepted the woods were her home now. She was harder to coax onto a small airplane that resembled the one that killed our mom and dad.

Oh no... Its going to be stupid i think

“I haven’t spoken to my sister in over a year.

First prediction: Violet is the one making the art. Big sis has her locked up? That's why she "hasnt seen her in a year" Yea right

I touched my dog’s head. Patted the skull I know exactly how to crush, whose bony plates would collapse together like Styrofoam under the right weight and angle.

This SHOULD make me feel more confident in my initial theory, but now it feels like they are trying too hard to make this chick sound evil...

my one-story house.

Mmmm not likely bitch

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll be on the ground again before you know it.”

*eyeroll emoji*

copse

Good word

Then the knife vibrates in my hand, becoming the weapon I need for this exact moment, elongating another six inches.

Is this a magic knife?

Wes has eaten human flesh. And he must have sensed we had the unusual affinity in common.

This is soooo fucking Stupid