It's a wonderful memory, four children sitting in a tree house making a plan. But, now when I look back on it I remember she couldn't keep our promise. The memory of four little kids in a tree house making a plan. Aya was our leader, Kent and I fighting, Sam trying to make us calm down, and the plan.

I remember, waking up and finding Aya not in my room. Aya and I shared a room, two small mattresses a foot or two away from each other. A letter was placed on her neat bed, I instantly woke the others up. When Kent, Sam, and I got outside. We knew that by the amount of people at the lake, the tears of grandmother, and from what I could see the body of a girl face-down floating in the lake.

In my pockets I searched for the letter. I need something to calm myself down. I looked at the paper, I stuffed it into my pocket. I let out a shaky breath as what I read what was written on it. Sam and Kent read it to.

I'm sorry, I changed this world. Didn't I? I'm so sorry everyone, but this was the only way to keep you happy, please forgive my selfish action. I had some secrets, but this isn't one.
I love you all.
Please don't forget me,
Love,
Aya.

When I looked at the three crying teenagers, I knew something was wrong. I had been invited here by Aya, since my father's house wasn't far away. She also forgot some stuff, so when I came over today I realized the children were Aya's siblings. There were to many people to see what was going on, but when I came down from the street I saw what it was.

A body. I didn't move, the small necklace in my hand fell to the ground. The pretty garnet necklace fell, it stood out from the grass and dirt. She left it at my house a few weeks ago, I returned it today because I had a day off. I picked it up with an emotionless expression, and went up to her siblings.

"Here."
"Huh?" The girl said wiping away tears, to look me in the face.
"This is something of-" I didn't say anymore.
"Oh." A boy with golden eyes took it, his eyes were kind of like ones of a cat. The other boy had black hair, and his eyes were a golden-brown in the summer light. But now, they looked a dark brown. I knew sister was sick, so I should get some medicine. I walked away, as if nothing ever happened. I hate that about myself.

The funeral was big. Everyone was crying only a few were emotionless like brother, I knew deep down he was hurt. My black dress and jacket hid me pretty well. Most people would take pictures, but for now I am fine being unnoticed.

I am a child star. So when I am not working, it's fun to live a somewhat normal life, but a funeral wasn't fun. it was downright depressing. I looked at the photo of Aya. "She was pretty," I said to myself accidentally out loud. I looked over to the open casket.

Inside stood a girl younger than eighteen. She had on a red and black dress. Her skin was pale, her dark brown hair almost black was put into place perfectly. The Thompson family was Alison, Kale, Katie, Kent, and Sam. The mother kept on coughing, I was a little worried.

"Maddy, we should go home after this." Brother looked saddened, "Sure Sampson." I said, ignoring his real name. When father wrote his name, he wrote the wrong one for the twin boy he had. He wrote Sandy by accident, but I am curious about my sister. I never met her after all.

When it ended, we immediately went home. Brother went to his room, I noticed from information that was told. Aya Noelle Thompson drowned in the lake. They say she died somewhere after eleven at night, to four in the morning. It might now only be me, someone else may notice something wrong.

Kent hadn't been well mentally, he had break-downs saying everything was a lie and whatnot. It was kind of scaring Katie and I. Kent's mental state became a complete mess, he didn't have the strongest mind ever. He usually pretended to not be bothered.

I knew this was bad, Katie wasn't fighting him often, he was a big liar, but now it seems as if he lives in a fictional world. Oh god, I need to calm him down, but for now I just need a break. Katie and our parents are trying our best. I hate this, although I forgive her selfish action.

I can't take this any longer. I got my stuff then, I simply walked away from home, my iPod in hands listening to music. I forgot how much time passed by, because when I looked around it was sunset. I was lost, but the forest wasn't that bad. I looked around, it was peaceful although crickets are loud.

I awoke in the morning, then continued walking, it was a cloudy summer day. Nice weather is the best, I do like it when it's a cool morning. It was a little whisper that startled me, "I'm so happy, is there anyone out there to talk to me?" No, the voice was child-like and crying. It was not happy, more liked pain. It sounded like Kent's voice, at night he kept on muttering insane lines.

Mostly, 'Monster why did you swallow Aya up?' or 'Monster did you take us all here?' or 'Tragedies queen? Who is that tell me?' the last one would break into inhuman screams. I walked towards the wind that carried the small feminine voice, birds chirped.

The trees left a blank space, surrounded the space like a circle. In the center was a worn-down house, leaves and vines everywhere. Most windows broken, wood obviously old, a make-shift grave caught my attention. It was made out of a pile of stones then, flowers and what not. There was a stone with the name Susan engraved on it.

I knocked on the door, was the house abandoned, if it was then where would the voice come from? Nobody is answering, may as well go in myself. I opened the door quite easily to find a fluffy mess. A girl was cowering in fear.

Her ramblings confused me, but her old-fashioned clothes told me she must have been here for a while. She was in tears, "No, no it's okay." I played music. "Eh?" A pair of brownish red eyes looked up, I had brown eyes, they ended up like that over the years, but hers reminded me of Aya's eyes.

"What's that?" The small voice asked, "It's an iPod." I looked around at the small house, there were many old books, spilled tea, an old looking kitchen, and a bed in the corner. "Hey, do you live alone here?" I asked, the girl looked no more older than thirteen.

"Yes, I am Mary." She said, her head tilting a bit "Sam," I got up and put out my hand. When she stood up I realized she was small. Her hair was a pale blonde, so long that it reached her ankles, and yet it was wavy and curly.

Her pale blue dress was wonderful, it had a pattern of white roses on it along with a bow in the back. Mary told me what her life was, her questions were mostly about the outside.

"What's it like out there?"
"Well, it's a place full of mixed emotions."
"Do you own a big house?"
"Well sort of-" Her eyes were wide and excited.
"Ah, the last thing I heard about the outside was something about a war all over the world!"
"Word War I or II?"
"I don't know, but it sounded interesting."
"It really was, Mary."
"Hey Sam, do you have any siblings I never had any?"

Mary must have noticed something wrong, "Sorry, sorry. I must have talked to much," She smiled "The anniversary is soon." She said quietly staring out an open window. Now that she mentioned it, "Does it have something to-" She looked uncomfortable "Susan? My mother, yes. I always feel bad for not giving her a proper grave." She was going to cry, her life was much more worse than mine.

Rather than having someone drown. She had to bury her mother, I had an idea "Are there any flowers? We could make a bouquet!" I smiled, this cheered her up "Okay I'm sure mother would love it." Then we both went outside to pick the beautiful flowers.

I carried the flowers, Mother's makeshift grave. It was all my fault, I knew that for half of my life. It will always be my fault. I can't recall the last time I went outside after that, especially the date. The memory of a face staring at many corpses haunts my memories. Who was it?

I need to remember, I shouldn't leave the world I made for myself in my house. Everything outside was made of picture books, we owned a grand collection. I remember the sound of stone crumbling, my fear, but I never remember the full story.

Sam, I don't want you to take me out of my world.
The nagging voice is laughing, one of a young man.
"I could kill them all you know."
No remorse would be in the voice of this sinister man.
My world can't be destroyed.
I don't want my world to be destroyed.
God no, please don't do it.
I love my fictional world of happiness.

In a empty city I awoke, it looked like a normal one, except there were no people, it's red sky stared straight at me, "Welcome to your after-life Aya."