The Tie That Binds, Part Five

Last time Velvet was trying to make everyone paranoid of Paige and Fiona dreamed of Velvet's funeral. What will happen next, I wonder...

The Tie That Binds, Part 5

January 5, 1743

Fiona poked her head into Paige’s room. “Paige,” she called.

“Yes Fiona.”

“Where are you.”

“I’m in the closet.”

“Paige, I had the strangest dream last night.”

“What about?”

“You!”

“What about me?”

“Well everybody was in the sitting room except you. And Velvet looked really weird, she was the only one staring at the floor. I don’t know why she was, but she was! Ther was no snow, but there was a grave on the other side of the yard. So I went over there and read it!”

“What did it say?”

“Well, It said;

Paige Melinda Fostor
Born January 12, 1727 - Died February 4, 1743
Aged 16 years, 23 days.
Rest in Peace
We will miss you.”

“Weird,” Paige said after a moment. “How did you know that my middle name is Melinda?” [Maybe because she’s your sister?]

“I don’t know.”

[Almost completely dialogue. Yeah, I was getting bored with this story, all right. I’m surprised I made it this far.]

* * * * *

Velvet walked up to the stars and down the hall to Paige’s room. “Hellow you two, what are you talking about?”

“Fiona was just telling me about a dream she had of me dying and seeing my grave!” [That's a conversation starter.]

“Really,” she paused a moment. “And did the headstone say;

Paige Melinda Fostor

Born January 12, 1727 - Died February 4, 1743
Aged 16 years, 23 days.
Rest in Peace
We will miss you.”
[I think I wrote this over and over]
[because it took up space]
[and made the story look longer]
[than it actually was]
[And if you think this is bad]
[Just wait till we get to]
[The Enemy Within]

“Yeah,” Paige and Fiona said at the same time after a horrified silence.

“How did you know?” Fiona asked.

“I had the same dream.”

“When?”

“Two nights ago.”

“Weird.”

“Very.” [It’s not just weird, you dumb asses! If two people had dreams about my funeral I would be fricken paranoid as hell!]

* * * * *

At dinner the three girls sat uneasily at the table.

“Is there anything wrong,” Hesta asked her daughters worriedly.

“No mother,” Fiona answered. [The #1 rule for writing YA Lit, teens NEVER go to their parents when they have a problem.]

“I was thinking,” said Paige.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” said fifteen year old Jonathan, the youngest. [Boy, they sure popped those kids out fast… And didn’t Jonathan come across as much younger at the “picknick?”]

“Be quiet Jonathan,” said Fiona. “Paige was talking.”

“Well anyway, I was thinking mabey me, Fiona, and Velvet could all go to town again soon.”

“Well, Paige, as soon as the snow is gone you can go. [But Velvet walks an hour and a half to the Danner’s in the snow and no one gives a fuck? No wonder she wants to kill everyone!] And you’re not going to abandin each other next time,” there father said staring at Velvet and Fiona across the table.

They both sank low in their seats. “We’re sorry mother,” and sank low in their seats. [New worst written paragraph yet! And weren’t they talking to their father?]

“May I be excused,” Velvet asked.

“Yes you may,” Edward said.

Velvet pushed her chair out, stood up, and left the room. Everyone was eating in silence a while after that.

Then Edward spoke. “That reminds me. I need to get to town before it gets too late.”

“Why father,” Paige asked somewhat interested.

“I need to buy some more wood Paige.” [Because apparently Paige didn’t buy enough.]

“May I go with you.”

“No, you may not.”

“But why, father?”

“Becaust it is getting dark out, and it is very cold.”

“But I want to go.”

“Paige, I said no.”

“Paige, I. . . . Uhh. . . . Have something to show you in my. . . Ahh. . . Room,” Fiona said. [Subtle.]

“I don’t want to see what you have to show me Fiona.”

“Paige, just go see what your sister wants to--.”

“Stop all the fighting. I cannot take all the fighting,” Hest screamed.

“But I want to go to town,” Paige yelled. [I can only hope I didn’t actually act like this.]

“I said no, Paige,” Edward said trying to control his anger.

“Paige, just come on,” Fiona said grabbing her sisters arm and trying to drag her out of the room.

“Stop it! Shut up! All of you,” Hesta screamed.

“I don’t want to shut up, Hesta,” Edward screamed at his wife. [No wonder their children are such bitches]

“Mother, Father, Paige! Please, can’t we all just get along,” Fiona screamed. She was usually the one who was always in control of herself. But not at this fight.

“May I be excused.” They all turned to stare at Jonathan. [Single sane person in the entire story.]

They were all staring at Jonathan until Velvet came back into the room. “What is going on,” she asked.

“Nothing, I will be going now,” Father answered.

“Where?”

“To get some wood.”

As he left, everyone else stood in an uneasy silence.

I’m going to my room,” Velvet said.

* * * * *

January 6, 1743

“Vivian, are we going to do today,” Evet asked.

“We, are not doing a thing! “I’m, going for a walk! You, are staying here!”

“But why?”

“Because I said so!”

* * * * *

“As she was walking threw the woods, she noticed a strange animal in her path. What could it be, she wandered out loud--”

Her story [I guess she was reading???] was interrupted by a loud knocking on her door. “Who’s there,” she called out.

Now one answered. Frustrated, she got up and opened the door.

“Velvet, why didn’t you answer me? Velvet! Speak!”

“Fiona, we are in terrible trouble!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Paige!”

“What about Paige?”

“She’s dangerous, Fiona. Very dangerous!”

“Get out of my room, Velvet. Get out, and stay out.”

* * * * *

“Aunt Marlo,” Evet said inocently.

“Yes Evet,” she replied.

“Vivian was being mean to me.”

“Again?”

“The little girl nodded her head yes.

“Well, I’ll have to have a talk with that girl.”

Evet just kept looking at her aunt strangely as she played with her long red hair that was so much like her own. [For my life I can’t remember what Evet had to do with the story at all.]

* * * * *

Adi was walking threw the woods as he noticed a pretty red head. As he aproached the strange girl, he senced something about her. Something different from other girls. Something strange. Something Evil.

“Who are you,” he asked when he aproached her. [He’s either brave or stupid, considering that she’s “Evil.”]

“I might ask you the same thing,” she snapped.

“My name’s Adi,” he told the girl. [Adi never had a last name.] “What might yours be?”

“It just might be Evet,” she said playing with ha strand of her long red curly hair. “But it’s not. It’s Vivian Danner,” she said.

“That’s a nice name,” he replied to Vivian.

“No it’s not. I hate the name.” [You sure know how to attract a guy, Viv.]

The were silent for a couple of moments. “I’d bett go,” she replied and took of.

He watched as she took off. She was a nice girl, [I thought she was “Evil”] but he liked the girl he saw the other day better. If only he could see her again.. . . . .

* * * * *

The day went by slowly for Velvet. She had absolutely nothing to do. [What about chores?] Earlier that day she gave a so-called warning to Fiona about Paige. Fiona kicked her out of her room. Mostly because she was starting to scare her. After that she was walking down the hall and she wasn’t paying any attention to what she was doing, that when she got to the stairs she slipped and fell all the rest of the way down.

A little while after that her father told her they were getting another servent. It wasn’t exactly thrilling to get a new servent. They got them all the time. They all quit and came to work for them all the time.

After that Velvet went outside. Very unaware that she had no shoes on and that there was still half a foot of snow on the ground. [WTF?] She got frostbite a bit badly. And then there was lunch.

Paige made it her treat of course. She made oatmeal mixed with a bunch of spices. And it was also very hot, and, she spilled it all over herself. [Not on her black dress!] And it hurt like hell. But now she was Justin sitting in the sitting room very bored.

Then there was a short knock on the door and then Vivian stepped in. She always did that.

“Velvet, your sister told me what happened to you today!” She did say it sincerely, but Velvet could tell she was trying very hard to contain her laughter.

“Just go ahead and do it Vivian.”

“Do what?”

“Laugh.”

“What makes you think I want to laugh?”

“Well first-of-all, I fall down the stairs and land on my head. [And she didn’t hurt herself?] Second-of-all, I go outside in my barefeet without realizing there was a half a foot of snow on the ground. And third-of-all, I spill hot oatmeal all over myself! Why wouldn’t anyone want to laugh about that?”

“Okay, Okay, I give in! It’s hilarious! I’ve never heard anything so funny in my life!”

“Ha, ha, ha.”

“Oh, Velvet, guess what?”

“What?”

“I met a boy in the woods.”

“Wonderful. What did he say? Did he ask you to marry him?”

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic.”

“Yes I do.”

The two were silent for a moment. Then Velvet spoke.

“Did you find out what his name is?”

“Yeah. It’s Adi.”

* * * * *

Fiona walked by the doorway of the sitting room just in time to hear the last thing Vivian said.

Adi, she thought. The guy I met in the woods. “Well I’m not going to let her have him so easily,” she murmered out loud.

* * * * *

And that’s as far as I got. Finally, merciful God, it’s over! All I remember about my original plan for this story is it was supposed to go through every day for the entire year and almost everyone in the storty died. Velvet was the murderer, and how they pinned her to the murders, was her black velvet ribbon she always wore in her hair was found at a crime scene, thusbeing the tie that binds her to the murders. I was just cool like that. ^_^

Next time: I bring to you my New Years Resolutions.