Chapter 15: Zoey
My friend Clara tried to teach me how to skateboard once. She brought her skateboard and all the needed gear and everything. Ethan had been told to supervise, but he was just taking a nap nearby.
Actually I don't think we were that bad You know, for six year olds.
And until I fell.
I don't know what happened. One minute I was skateboarding like a six year old pro (not really) and the next minute I was sprawled out on the ground crying. There was a sharp pain in my foot, or somewhere in my leg. Nearby I could faintly here Clara's footsteps pattering agasint the cemet. My vision was blurry. I could only hear a few things. "Zoey! Zoey are you okay? Hold on I'll get Ethan.... Ethan! Ethan! Ethan c'mon hurry up, Zoey's hurt! Ethan!"
I don't remember Ethan coming. I remember Ava suddenly there, lifting me up. "Are youokay?!" I believe I partially nodded. "Ethan, get over here! What's wrong with you?"
Ethan got up and stroked my hair. "What happened, Zoey?"
Ava sorted. "Now you would know if you were awake, now woulnd't you? C'mon Ethan, I thought youw ere more responsible than this."
"I was tired!" EThan protested, going inside while Ava - carrying me - followed along with Clara.
"Doesn't matter! Look at her! You couldn't prevented this you know."
"I highly doubt that."
"C'mon Ethan. When are you gonna gro wup? When are you gonna change?"
When I woke up, I could hear Ava and Ethan arguing more, exactly like my ream. "What changed Ava? What changed?"
I got up fromt he couch and went to my room to recheck what I packed. I want to believe that I was prepared. I can honsetly say I thought I understood what I packed and why. I can honestly say that I believe that I was prepares.
And yet, was I wrong?
I grabbed my backpack and the map, along with a single stuffed animal just for the heck of it. I got my metal water bottle all filled up, and took out the knife I had stolen from the kitchen that I thought fit me best. I put that in my back pocket of my jeans, making sure it didn't cut me or anything like that.
I canned the room for anything else i'd need. Not seeing anything particularlly useful, I walked out of the room and went into the kitchen, stepping right in on Ethan pointing a knife at Ava's throat, holding her hands in back of her while standing in the reflection of the window. "Look at yourself, Ava! Is this really who -"
"Ethan?" I asked. Ava's eyes were red and puffy. The kitchen was a little messed up. I couldn't see any blood whatsoever, a relief. Ethan didn't look crazy like how I expected, he looked sad and sunken, defeated even. "Ethan," I coaxed, not stepping back nor forward. "Put the knife down... I don't think starting out mission with a dead sister is very good." When he didn't reply, Ava whimpered. "Ethan, put the knifedown. Now." Reluctantly, Ethan set the knife down. I took it from the counter immediately as he let Ava go.
"Ava's right. You did change." I muttered, looking at him as Ava ran into the living room, one of her tears landing on my shoulder.