+Chapter One

The headlight of a nearby car flashed during the deep dark of the night and the wind blew through the trees and phone wires and hissed throughout the city and three orphan girls were huddled in the corner of an alley, in an abandon shed near Broad Street and Forcers Avenue. All three of them with their eyes closed trying to stay warm in the cold autumn night. With only a thin blanket around them, they had almost nothing at all. They shivered and their teeth chattered as they all lay together. The eldest sister, Haidyn, huddled her two younger sisters together with her arms around them as they shivered and slept with a scared look on their faces. She whispered to her sisters “don’t worry, it will be alright” in a soft and comforting voice that came naturally to her. They hugged her tighter as she pulled the covers around them a little more. Haidyn laid a pillow down in underneath their heads and stood up and looked out of the busted window of the shed, which she had boarded, to see what was outside. Haidyn was the oldest out of the three orphan sisters. She was sixteen years old. She always looked after her two younger sisters even before their parents’ death a few years ago.



Haidyn was a very kindhearted person. She was always very caring and always helped out, even when help wasn’t needed. She wore her hair in a high ponytail on the side with her bangs on the other side covering her injured eye.



As she looked out the window, one of her sisters turned over and the covers came off of her. She looked back then went and bent down and put the covers back on her sister, then sat by them on the floor watching them sleep on the almost flat piece of foam that she gotten them for a bed. They snored lightly. Haidyn sang a soft lullaby as they slept.



“Be still now young ones, nothing to fear, no evil spirits found here. Be still young ones, I haven’t gone, I will wake you at the light of dawn.”



She lied by her sisters and fell asleep as they did. She started to have a dream. This dream she had been having for a long time now, since the death of her parents. It started as her and her sisters; they all have on nicer clothes, like regular people. All of their scars were healed and they were very healthy, doing well. They had a house in the forest, though just a small shack, it was bigger than a shed and was still nice. Her sisters came home from school in the town and were exited. They had a carpet, real beds, a stove with cabinets, and even a telephone. There was a clean spring behind the shack and a tall tree with a swing on it. She saw herself sweeping the shiny, cherry wood boarded floor, then greeting her sisters with a hug as they came home and showing her their class papers with good marks on them. Right before she woke up she saw all three of them hugging, then the dream ended as she woke up early in the morning, before her sisters. Haidyn looked at them, still asleep, as she started to fix some of the left over cereal that she had managed to steal from a packaging truck loading at a store nearby, they didn’t know that she had taken it while they weren’t looking. She poured them some of the cereal into some wooden bowls she found, and then waited for her sisters to wake up.



One of the youngest sisters, Yena woke up first. She sat up and rubbed her eyes then looked over at her oldest sister. “G’mornin Haidyn” she said while slightly yawning. Yena wasn’t too bright and was often mistaken for a young boy, which made her feel quite ugly. She was an underdeveloped, thirteen year old, who had short hair, which was reluctant to grow. Both of her sisters had long hair and definitely looked like girls, but Yena’s hair just would not grow. She had a high voice, but not too high, that is another reason most think she is a boy, she sounds a little like one. She got up from the foam bed and kneeled over by Haidyn, in front of the cereal and ate a little of it. She looked up at her sister, looking a little sad. She thought to herself “ Why couldn’t I look like Haidyn? She’s all pretty and she has looks like a woman. I wish I could be that good looking.”



Haidyn stood in the corner of the shed, rewrapping her bandages that covered a large wound from her the bottom of her breast to the top of her hips. She had gotten the wound, running from a wolf and getting bit in her side. After she rewrapped that wound she rewrapped another one on her left calf. She had been shot in the leg while running from the police for stealing a jug of water. When she had finished wrapping her wounds, she walked over to the foam bed and slightly shoved her younger sister saying with her sweet voice “Wake up sister, its morning.”



Kean was last to wake up. She was Yena’s twin sister. Opposite of her twin sister, her hair wouldn’t stop growing. Kean’s hair was all the way down to her ankles with a ponytail at the very bottom. She had to trim it every week to keep it from dragging on the ground. She was the shyest of all of the sisters. She sat up and looked back and forth then got up and walked quietly over to the bowl of cereal and took it over to a corner and ate it. She watched her twin sister eat and she watched her older sister pour herself some cereal. Kean was the smallest out of the orphan sisters. She was developed like a woman unlike Yena, but she was shorter. “G…good morning sisters” she said in her soft, shy voice.



Yena glared at Kean.



“Good morning Kean,” Haidyn said with a smile, “are you finished?”



“Yeah, I am finished,” she said looking down at her empty bowl as she played with her fingers.



“Here, let me put it away for you,” Haidyn walked over and picked up the bowl and took it to a box that they used to keep their dishes in.



Kean watched her sister put the dish away and she saw her get Yena’s dish also. She gave a soft sigh as she sat in the corner looking down at the floor. A minute later she got up and went over to an old, wooden box with swirls and curves engraved into the top which she had found which she kept her private items in, she called it her “Favorites Box,” She opened her “Favorites Box” looking at her things. In the box she had a small book, which she was teaching herself how to read from, she also collected coins, silver, gold, and bronze coins that she found on the street, She used them to buy things every once in a while, then she had a thick book with plain paper in it and an ink pen, she liked to draw pictures. Kean is good with knives and she had a few and knew how to use them well. She had a wine handled switchblade, a butterfly knife, a Swiss army knife, and a sword. She took her Swiss army knife with her when she went places. The sword didn’t fit in the box but she did have it in the same place, a corner near the box. And last, a picture she had picked up from her old home, it was of her sisters and her parents in a golden locket necklace. She treasured that item most. They had died about nine years ago and she could barely remember them, all she had was that picture. The picture had a piece of it ripped off, she couldn’t find it, and She still doesn’t know where the missing corner is… Kean closed her box and put it back in the corner then walked over to the cracked mirror on the wall and looked at herself as she brushed her long, jet-black tresses.



The mirror was previously aged but it was cracked because Yena punched the wall when she was angry one day and it fell on the top of Kean’s head, she has a immense incision near her temple because of the mirror and she stitched it up herself, it is still starting to heal and most likely it will leave a large disfigurement.



Yena watched Kean brushed her hair as she sat on the ground near her. Yena often got angry when she looked at Kean and often beat her up just because she thought Kean better looking. She would cry when Yena got angry with her and beat her up partially for the reason that she didn’t know why. One time she even fought back, which was unusual, but she did. That is how Yena got all of her facial scars and a small wound on her arm. Kean got mad at Yena for beating her up and pulled out a switchblade on her and slashed her four times, one across the lip, one over her eye, and twice under her other eye. She also stabbed her in the arm. Haidyn pulled Kean away and calmed her down, but of course, Yena didn’t learn her lesson. She was still jealous of her twin sister and that is just how she is. Kean still doesn’t know why her twin would beat her up and she still wondered but never asked because she was afraid that Yena would beat her up again, she probably would.



After Kean got up, Yena walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She slid her fingers over her scars then put her hands over her face and slowly brought them down to her chin then ran her fingers through her hair and it spiked back into place. She looked at herself again and got really angry and punched the wall of the shed screaming “Why am I so ugly!” repeatedly.



Kean ran over to her twin sister and hugged her crying, “You are not ugly! Please stop! Please sister!



Yena pushed her away with her bleeding knuckles and she fell to the ground “You are no help Kean! Keep away from me!”



A tear ran down her cheek as she sat on the ground looking up at her twin saying to herself in her head, “Yena, I hate when you are mad at me, especially when I do not know the reason.” She started to cry.



“She did nothing to deserve that Yena!” Haidyn yelled angrily.



“Yeah-huh!”



“No she didn’t!”



“She did and you know it Haidyn!”



Kean sat in the corner covering her ears with her hands crying with her eyes shut tight and her knees up to her chin muttering, “please no more, no more…”



“You know what she did”



“No, I don’t because she didn’t do anything if she did do something then, what did she do?”



“You know exactly what she did!” Yena gave Kean a cold evil glare.



Kean was covering her ears with her nails digging into her head then she finally let go with blood under her nails and bleeding behind the ears and screamed a scared shriek so horrible the shed shook and she blasted out the door of the shed.



“Kean!’’