Prologue

It was one of those days. The ones where it's pouring outside, everything is dreary and gray and wet. I huffed and puffed, feet pounding the pavement and an arm over my head, trying to avoid ruining the new haircut I'd gotten for the upcoming middle school dance. I'd seen in the forecast that it was supposed to rain, but neglected to grab an umbrella after leaving the house. In one swish of my hand, I slammed open a sliding door and rushed into a small shop, seeking shelter from the downpour. Most of the lights were off. It smelled of dust and dirt and as I looked around, something shifted in the corner. My muscles froze and my face contorted into a look of terror. I'd heard of some gang activity and weird paranormal events going on around this area. As something slowly rose out of the shadows, I hoped that I wasn't unlucky enough to run into some ghost or gang leader or demon.

It might seem rash to believe in the paranormal, but even adults do. We'd all seen plenty of proof. It was a certified truth.

"Jake?" A female's voice sounded out from the corner. My shoulders relaxed and I let out a breath. This was a voice I recognized. She must've been looking for a way to get out of the storm and she ended up here, too. This was good. I could talk to her now. Privately.

"Evangeline," Her small form melted out of the corner shadows and she walked closer to me. Sure, we were only in seventh grade, but our family was as dysfunctional as they come. People think that children can't possibly know anything bad in life. At that moment, my sister, Evangeline, hated me. Only my family knew, she put up a good front at school. She also knew that I came to this little abandoned shop often to try and get away from people, I bet she forgot and hadn't counted on running into me here. I sighed at the sight of her pitch black hair. If I didn't know she was my sister, then I'd think she was some kind of demon child with her black hair and dark irises,"Can we talk? Please? I wanted to say-" She cut me off with one gesture of her hand.

"I'm going to get this clear now, Jake. It was your choice. No one told you to," Yes, she was my little sister. She was still very wise. Intelligent too,"I'm pissed, which you know. Now, you can continue living in this little worthless and dangerous bubble of yours, or you can get your act together and become someone important. Someone worth living for because, right now, I have no one, and nothing, to live for," With that, she slid the door open and walked into the rain, never looking back.

That was the last time anyone saw her.

Until today.