LipsofanAngelChapter 6
I
flicked the lights on in our bathroom, but there was no one in
there.
"Allison? Are you here?" I whispered.
Yes.
I gasped. She really had sent me that note.
I sat on the counter and looked around the room wondering where
the sound was coming from.
"So.... why did you bring me here?"
Because this is the only place I can talk to you. Here and
the lake. Wherever my presence is still around.
"I don't get it... how can you talk to me?"
I'm a ghost. Sort of. I can't go all the way to the
other side until my problems are resolved.
I laughed, "This sounds like something out of a bad movie!
But I guess it's okay if I get to talk to
you."
I don't mind talking to you either Haley. I miss you.
More than anyone.
"Can I ask you something, Allison?" My voice
cracked.
Go ahead.
"Why did you kill yourself. Why did you... leave
me?"
It's not that I wanted to leave you I just couldn't
deal with this anymore. Please understand.
"What couldn't you deal with?"
My acting coach... he was raping me.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" I yelled.
I was in total shock. How could thi have happened? Allison was
always so happy! And we told eachother everything... why had she
kept this from me?
No one would've believed me. I couldn't go through a
trial even if they did. I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry Allison... I wish I could've helped
you."
You still can.
"How...? You're dead."
Put him in jail.
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LipsofanAngelChapter
5
I needed a place to think, and I
could think of no better place to do that then the lake.
The crisp September air tickeled my bare arms, pretty soon it
would be too cold to come out here.
Then, besides her clothes, I would have 't nothing to
remind me of my sister.
As the wind blew the tire swing side to side, I could
almost see Allison riding it.
Why had she left me here to fend for myself?
Sure, I had my friends and Mom and Dad but without her... I just
felt alone.
I didn't want to leave you Haley.
There it was again!
In the form of a gust of wind this time, but still clearly
Allison's voice.
"Allison? Is that you?" I called, an echo booming back
at me.
Yes.
This could not be happening. There was no such things as
ghosts.
I'm not a ghost. Not technically.
I started to get dizzy. I needed to get out of here. I started
running back up the hill, desperate to be indoors.
Even inside my thoughts were wizzing around my head. What had I
heard? Could it really have been Allison?
I felt myself pulling on my running shoes and grabbing my ipod,
hoping music and the fast rthym of my sneakers hitting the
concrete would block out what I didn't want to think of.
I really tried, running faster everytime it came to my mind. But
pretty soon, I could not longer breathe and I was forced to deal
with what had happened at the lake.
I must've been hearing things, right? Transitioning to not
having Allison around must just be getting to my head.
With a logical explanation finally in my mind, I began to calm
down. I turned around and ran home hoping I hadn't been gone
long enough for my mother to have noticed.
Later that night I skyped with Liza and my other friend
Talia.
They both agreed that my mind was playing tricks on me, and that
I shouldn't stress over it.
I went to bed that night almost having forgotten about the whole
incident, missing Allison were the only bad thoughts that plagued
my brain.
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Something hit the back of my chair as I was getting ready to
leave Englisgh. It was only a piece of paper, but I decided to
pick it up hoping a secret note was inside.
Not even close.
Go in our bathroom tonight. I can talk to you in there.
was written in Allison's perfct cursive, in her usual pink
ink.
This wasn't possible.
It was one thing to think I heard something, holding a real piece
of paper in my hands was another.
Was this real? It was hard to doubt it when I held something
physical in my hands written by Allison. Who was dead.
I jammed the note into my pocket and hurried into the hallway,
hoping that one of my friends could find some sense in it.
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LipsofanAngelChapter 4
The hazelnut iced coffee tickeled my throat
as I eagerly took a sip frommy starbucks cup.
I was out to Allison's three best friends; Olivia, Grace and
Mia.
"So, why couldn't you guy talk to me about this at
school?" I asked the three girls stilll dressed in
their frilly black get up.
"Because!" Mia cried dramatically, "this is a
private matter."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay. So what's going on?"
Grace sighed, "Well as you probably already know, I was cast
as the lead in the fall school play."
"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.
"We all think Allison was really upset about it!"
Olivia piped in.
"So that's obviously why she killed her self," Mia
scoffed.
These girls made me want to throw up, how had Allison dealt with
them? This must've been why she didn't bring them around
much, she was probably embarrassed of her friends. She
always told me she saw enough of them at rehersal and they
all needed to rehearse when they actually were at home. Now
I knew the rreal reason why.
Before getting completely lost in my thoughts I remembered the
three wide eyed girls sitting across from me.
"You guys don't know anything about why Allison was
upset. I was with her the day the cast list came out and she
couldn't have been happier for you. Some friends you are, not
even knowing why your best friend was suicidal for who knows how
long! Now If you don't have anything else to tell me, I'm
gonna go find the real reason why Allison killed herself." I
snapped.
As I walked away from the table I could see the girls'
shocked faces out of the corner of my eye.
I thought I would feel bad for being mean to those girls, but I
never gave it a second thought.
There was something way more important going on.
My sister's death.
The walk back to my house was a lonely one, so I was forced to go
through my thoughts.
If Allison's friends didn't even know what had been going
on with her, how was I supposed to find out?
I didn't know what else to do.
I reached my house and crashed up the stairs to my bedroom,
ignoring my mom's calls from the kitchen.
When I fell on my bed, I felt the white door that led to the
bathroom staring me down.
I hadn't been in there since the day Allison died. It was
hard enough to be in this house, let alone the room she died
in.
I knew the day would eventually come when I went back in there,
so it might as well be today.
I slid off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
It was eerie, being in there. It was sparkling clean, and all of
Allison's things had been cleared out.
After the routine investigation of Allison's suicide ended,
my mother had stripped this room of anything relating to my
sister.
It had somewhat helped at first, but now I missed the comforting
feeling of Allison's prescene.
Haley. You're so close. Just keep looking.
What the hell was that? Was there someone in here?
I frantically ripped back the shower curtain but no one was
there.
Then I realized something...
That was Allison's voice.
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LipsofanAngelChapter 3
A
few weeks went by.
I tore apart our room looking for clues to why Haley commited
suicide.
I didn't find a thing. I was really starting to lose
hope.
"Sweetie! Are you ready?!" My mother called from the
end of the stairs.
"Yea." I replied fidgeting with my ponytail.
I tumbled down the stairs, backpack in hand preparing myself
for the day ahead.
Today was the first day of school, and the beginnng of my first
school year without Allison.
I hadn't seen any of my friends since the funeral. I
didn't think they'd be much help anyway, they were all
jocks like me. We didn't really know how to be comforting and
sensitive. The day Allison died was the first time I cried in
years.
When I got into the front seat of my mom's toyota she was
putting concealor on under her eyes. I assumed she was covering
up the evidence that she'd been crying, at least one person
in my house usually was.
"Sweetie, why are you wearing your field hockey
jersey? Don't you wanna look nice for your first
day?" she asked.
I sighed, "Mom, I'm supposed to. The entire team will be
wearing these."
"I'm just saying, you always wear your sports jerseys.
Maybe you could try wearing some of Allisons old
clothes."
"How can you even say that." I snapped.
My mother bit her lip and looked down, we were silent the rest of
the ride there.
When I got to school, I rushed inside hoping to not be seen. I
didn't need people pretending to feel bad for me.
When I got to my locker, I felt the void next to me where Allison
used to stand which gave me a sharp pang in my heart.
"Haley?" someone squeaked behind me.
I rolled my eyes, I didn't need this right now. But, I knew I
had to be gracious so I put on a fake smile and turned
around.
Thank god it was Liza.
"You wanna talk about it?" she asked moving a little
closer to me.
I felt tears rushing to my eyes, but I swallowed them back,
"No."
"Can I see your schedule?"
I passed it to her, "Can you hurry up though, I need to go
talk to Allison's friends."
Liza gave me a look as she handed me the piece of paper,
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing." I spat.
She sighed, "Well I guess I'll see you in
History."
I walked away from her, ove to Allison's friends who were
standing by the auditorium doors.
They were all wearing black long sleeve shirts, tutus,
tights, and converse. Leave it to the art freaks to make a
horriffic event a new style oppurtunity.
I immediately felt bad for thinking that though, I knew I had to
be nice to them. They were my sister's friends after all, and
they might be the only link I had to Allison's mystery
problems.
"Hey... Olivia, Grace, Mia. Can I talk to you?"
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LipsofanAngelChapter 2
I
pulled at my black pencil skirt, trying to look busy. I could see
people I knew coming into the chuch but I was in no shape to talk
to them.
Today was Allison's funeral and it was taking everything I
had to just hold myself together.
I heard footsteps next to me and I looked up to see my best
friend Liza's face.
She smiled at me and sat down and took my hand. She
didn't say anything, somehow knowing I was too upset to
speak. Having her there though, was very comforting. She
always knew how to make me feel good.
The service began and my mom and dad each made a
speech.
"And now I would like to call up Allison's loving twin
sister, Haley, to say a few words." The priest said calling
me up to the alter.
I stood up and pulled down Allison's lucky dance tights
that I had worn in her honor and walked up to the podium. I
could see people's heads turning towards me out of the corner
of my eye, there looks overflowing with pity. When I reached
the front of the church the priet patted my shoulder and showed
me were to stand.
The microphone interfeered when I stepped onto the
stand and then went back to its low hum.
"My sister was my best friend. And now.... she's gone.
Obviously, my family and I loved her and so this is really
hard.....
I'm sorry. I just cant do this." I squeaked and ran
out of the church.
I reached the parking lot where cars were packed as tightly as
possible. I didn't know where I wanted to go, I just needed
to get out of that room filled with people pretending to
know how I felt.
I found a tree and sat under it, not caring about making a mark
on my skirt.
How did I get here?
I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Allison
was dead.
Or that she'd commited.... suicide.
At least that's what everyone thought. Her autopsy
report didn't come out until tomorrow.
The fact that there ws enough doubt that they had to do an
autopsy though, made me sick to my stomach.
"Haley! Are you out here!" I heard my mother yell
from about 10 feet in front of me.
"Right here, Mom," I sighed.
She came over and stood next to me, "What do you
think you're doing?"
"I just.... needed to get out of there. I'm sorry,"
I whimpered my eyes fludding with tears.
"Look this is hard for all of us, but it's
still your sister's funeral. So you have to come
back inside and do this for Allison."
"Do I have to talk again?"
"No. Just come sit with me and your father,"
she laughed.
That was the first time my mother had
laughed since she found Allison in our bathroom.
My mom and I walked back into the church and
listened to the rest of the service. The whole time I
couldn't take my eyes off the photo next to Allison's
coffin. It was a picture of the two of us, at our middle school
graduation. I thought I could see a bit of pain in her eyes
though, and that was only a few months ago.
Maybe something was going on with Allison.
All during the burial I couldn't get that picture out of my
mind.
I was almost sure something was going on with her that I
didn't know about.
That nobody knew about.
It was time for me to find out what.
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LipsofanAngelChapter
1
We found my mother leaning agianst the
bathroom door, sobbing.
What was going on? Where was Allison?
My father slowly approached my crying mother and leaned down next
to her.
"Sweetie, what's going on?" he asked nicely but
with a very serious tone.
My mother opened her mouth but no words came out. She could
barely manage to point to the bathroom.
My dad slowly climbed around her and dissapeared into the
bathroom.
I heard him gasp, "Haley. Get the house phone and call
911."
"Dad....where's Allison?" I asked my voice
cracking.
"Haley. Please. Call 911!" he said sternly.
I sprinted down the stairs and ripped the phone from its
holder.
After two rings the 911 operator picked up, "911 what's
youre emergency?"
"I think my sister's hurt. My dad told me to call and my
moms crying," the words spilled out of my mouth.
"Okay, slow down sweetie. Where are you?"
"M-m-my house. 32 Longview Drive."
"An ambulance is on the way."
"Come quick." I said hanging up the phone.
I ran back up the stairs and found my dad sitting next to my mom,
comforting her.
"I called," I said panting from all the running.
My father nodded at me, "Just go outstide sweetie. Wait for
the ambulance."
"Dad where's Allison."
"Haley Anne Tyler. Go. Outside."
I listened to him, obviously something bad had happened I
wasn't going to add to it.
I went out to the porch, the warm August wind making my hair
dance off my shoulders.
The worry was making my stomach do flips.
What had happened to Haley?
How bad was she hurt?
Why couldn't I see her?
A few moments later the ambulance pulled up to the driveway,
after I pointed to where the stair were the pushed past me.
I didn't follow. It wasn't like I could do anything from
her, and I didn't know if I could handle seeing her hurt.
I wasn't prepared for what came out of that door.
The EMT's came out with a strecher as I expected,
but Allison wasn't strapped onto it.
Only a black body bag.
"No! No! NOOO ALLSION! You can't leave
me!!!" I screeched trying to chase after her.
A police officer held me back as I began to cry hysterically.
When I stopped running he let me go.
I collapsed onto the wet grass and curled up into a ball.
I could see moving feet all around me but I didn't bother to
look up to see who they belonged to.
Allison, my best friend, my twin sister, was dead.
How could I?
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LipsofanAngelPrologue
"Allison! You out here?" I called
to my sister.
I found her sitting on the porch, braiding her long blonde
hair.
"You wanna go to the lake?" she asked as I sat
down next to her.
I shrugged, "Sure."
We grabbed towels from the house and headed out to the lake
behind are yard.
Allison slipped off her crop top and jean shorts effortlessly
revelaing her solid pink bikini.
I watched her dive into the water barely making a noise, and
quickly followed her.
The refreshing water rushed at my skin giving me chills. When I
resurfaced, Allison was already climbing into the tire swing that
hung from the tree that drooped over the lake.
I grabbed the tire and hung from it, swaying softly side to
side in the water.
"Ever think about just escaping... from everything."
Allison said dreamily.
"This is my escape," I chuckled motioning
to the lake.
"I mean permenately," She said completely
serious.
I looked at her worriedly, "Little dark don't you
think?"
She shrugged and slipped back into the water.
After a half an hour of hanging by the lake, the wind got a
little colder and we decided to head inside knowing it would be
dark soon.
"Girls, go hang your bathing suits in the bathroom. Dinner
will be ready in a few," our mother called from the
kitchen.
Allison and I raced up the stairs into our pink and green
bedroom. Allison's side was painted pink, and mine green.
Allison and I were completely different. Besides our matching
blonde ringlets and hazel eyes. Allison held a dance
national title, was the star of every school play, and had been
taking singing lessons since she was 5. While I played a sport
every season.
I quickly grabbed a towel and ran into the shower before Allison
could, she rolled her eyes at me as I shut the bathroom
door.
I showered quickly because I could smell the lasagna coming from
the kitchen. I quickly dried off and changed into my usual
lacrosse pinney and soccer shorts.
When I stepped back into our room Allison was sitting on her bed
looking down at the carpet.
"Shower's free... you okay?"
"Um yea I'm fine," she said standing up, "Bye,
Haley."
And she hugged me.
I looked at her curiously, why was she acting like this?
I shrugged and went downstairs.
I was greeted at the end of the stairs by the smell of warm
mozerella cheese and fresh tomato sauce.
I rushed into the dining room where dinner was already on the
table.
"Mom can I serve myself?" I called.
"Sure, sweetie! We'll be in there in a minute."
i grabbed a plate and started stuffing lasagna down my
throat.
My parents joined me, but Allison was no where to be found.
"I wonder where Alli is." My dad said putting a forkful
of lasagna into his mouth.
"She was getting into the shower when I came
down," I said a bit worriedly.
"I'll go check on her," my mother said getting up
from the table and making her way to the stairs.
My dad and I continued to eat until we heard my mother start to
scream.
We looked at eachother and rushed upstairs.
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