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Stephanie Pung 9A

The Curse

Keti walked into the kitchen holding a glass. Suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over her. She rocked for awhile, she shook her head trying to get rid of the dancing spots in front of her eyes. The world around her began to spin, she didn’t hear the glass smashing on the tiled floor or feel herself hit the ground as everything around her went dark……….

        “Quick! Pierre go get the doctor!” a familiar voice cried anxiously. “Keti, how are you feeling, dear?”

My eyes hurt as I looked around the gleaming white room. I sat up slowly with the help of mum.

        “What happened, and why am I here?”

        “Well dear, you -” mum broke off as the doctor came in to check up on me.

Mum and the doctor went outside to have a chat.

        “Hi, Pierre,” Pierre just grunted in reply.

Pierre and I weren’t very close, I guess things don’t work well between us. I suppose that’s how twins react to each other. Mum returned to the room looking upset.

        “Mum, what’s wrong?”

        “Well…..” again she broke off, she took my hand in hers and started sobbing silently.

        “Mum, tell me what happened.” My heat started to beat. I had a feeling that what she’s about to tell me wasn’t going to be good news.

        “….I’m so sorry….” She croaked through the tears and threw her arms around me. “The doctor said…that you….have….lung cancer….” This time she sobbed harder on my shoulder.

My heart felt like it had stopped beating, tears started rolling down my cheek leaving wet tracks. I continued to hold her, I didn’t want to loose her, not even Pierre even though he’s such a pain. For the first time I felt lost and totally empty.

I woke up to hear the soft breathing of mum in the corner sleeping, pain washed over me again, I didn’t want to see mum like this. I stared into the darkness listening to her soft breathing. Suddenly a strong cold hand covered my mouth. I struggled away from the hand, but the person was too strong for me. The figure moved into the light of the moon shining through the curtains. It was a young teenage boy. He was strangely handsome, his hair looked silver in the moonlight, his eyes were cold and grey that pierced into mine.

        “I’m no going to hurt you, trust me,” his voice was soft and barely audible. “I just want to help you, I don’t want you to die….I don’t to loose you.”

I starred at him with confusion and fear, my heart was banging against my chest so hard it started to hurt.

        “If you promise not to scream, I’ll uncover your mouth.”

I nodded. He slowly took his hand away from my mouth. My instincts were telling to scream, but instead I managed to croak, “What do you want with me?”

        “Nothing, all I want to do is to help you.”

        “I don’t need your help, just leave me alone,” I pleaded.

        “Fine. If you want to die, leaving your family and friends forever,” he added with a smile that stopped my heart.

        “How are you suppose to help me, not even the doctors could help me,” I shot back angrily, this must be another joke from my dim brother. I’m going to kill him if I ever get my hands on him.

        “Just trust me, a few days later the doctors would be shaking their heads with wonder.”

Before I could even say another word, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him, so close I could hear his heart beat. His hands gripped my arm vice like, before I should even struggle or scream, he knocked my head back. I could feel his breath on my neck, suddenly I felt a sharp sting, I tried to scream, but the pain was too great I could only manage a soft cry. I tried to move away, but it made the red pain increase even more.

        “ Don’t move, it’ll only make the pain worse,” said the soft voice in my head. “Just trust me, I’m only trying to help….”

Everything around me started to blur. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to sleep. Finally he pulled away. My eyes were swimming in and out of focus. He took a weird looking knife out from his pocket and slit his wrist, he face screwed up with pain. Again he pulled me to him, but this time he was gentle. He put my head back and lifted his bleeding wrist to my lips.

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        “Here drink this, it’ll make you feel better,” he said again in my head.

I tried to turn away, but I was too weak. He let the blood trickle down my throat, all I could do was to swallow. Surprisingly it didn’t taste like copper, it tasted sweet.

        “Rest. I’ll come back tomorrow night….” He said in my head.

I was glad he finally left. I felt sick drinking his blood, but my eyes drooped with tiredness. Finally I closed my eyes…….

I woke up to a sunny bright morning. My eyes started stinging and watering. I turned my back to ...

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