Afterlife (Afterlife Saga) (2 page)

As soon as Olivia brought Frank home that day to meet the family it didn’t take us long to realise that they were completely meant for each other. You could tell instantly that they were soul mates destined to spend a lifetime together. Although my very first thought was “Christ, my sister is dating a bloody Wrestler!” now I envied her in a way, never having felt like that about anyone myself. At the time I couldn’t understand why anyone would change everything in their life just to be with a guy but I guess that’s the difference, when you have never been in love before, you don’t know how far that love will take you.  

So it didn’t take long before I found my sister was a married woman and moving to the small town called Evergreen Falls, New Hampshire. This was where Frank grew up and most of his family still resided there. His dream was to have a family there and live the upbringing that he and his brother had. Of course it didn’t take long
before it became my sister’s dream also, and at least she could still make jokes that she still lived in “England” so to speak. 

Although I was sad that she had left, I was also really happy for her. She hadn’t had much luck with guys, so we all held our breath when she told us about Frank.  Thankfully they fell head over heels and have seemed that way ever since, having been together now for over four years. Plus I really liked Frank, he is like the big brother I never had and boy was he big! As a bodyguard and now owning his own business recruiting others, he had to be.

That’s how they'd met, my sister and Frank, she was at a concert at the time and he was contracted to provide the security. She had been stood in the wrong place when a fight broke out and she had been knocked out in the process and would have been trampled if Frank hadn’t been doing his rounds and seen the whole thing happen.  Like a knight in shining armour he jumped from the stands and over the barrier to take my sister in his arms, shielding her from the angry mob that had started to join the fight. This quick action saved her from serious injury.

I had now heard this story a million times over and every detail was burned to memory but the smile it puts on my sister’s face every time she tells it is what stops me from saying "Ok, ok, for the love of God please don’t tell me again!" But instead I just smile with her and suffer in silence with a smirk here and there, thankfully one she doesn't fully understand the meaning of.

That same smile came full to her lips now as she spotted me and I smiled in response. God I had missed her and I now found myself dropping my bag and running into her open arms. The smell of her perfume hit me like a wave of memories that nearly had me in tears. We had always been more than just sisters, we were also best friends and as a consequence of our bond it never became easier when we parted.  

"Kaz" was all she managed to say as the tears came running
down those pink cheeks of hers
which looked and felt cold.

“Lib's", we both used our nicknames since childhood, Libby and Kazzy, instead of Olivia and Keira which our parents had named us.

"I’ve missed you my little Kazzy, how you doing?" she said  giving me one of those head tilt looks I had become so accustomed to and also tired of, since the "Incident". This is the name given to my dark past, one never spoken of but always remembered.

"Good..... I’m really good.” I always over did it when answering this question, like pushing an automatic switch that enabled me to say what everyone expected or whatever answer would make it easier for them to deal with.  Of course then I was always paranoid whether or not they bought it and let’s face it, I wasn't about to win any Oscars for my acting skills. I hated centre stage at the best of times, but seeing that this was a new start, at least no-one here would know of my past and I wouldn’t have to act as if everything was just great all the time, when really I felt like I had died inside.

My sister on the other hand knew me well and pretended to be happy with my response, when of course she knew the truth even before she had seen me. Our mother had kept her well informed about my “progress.”

"Great, well let’s get your bags and get out of this ice box airport, I’m freezing!" A statement I totally agreed with. I chuckled to myself. Libby had always hated the cold. On the other hand, I didn’t mind it so much. Growing up in the North of England, you got used to not having much of a summer. I enjoyed the seasons though, welcoming the different colours coming alive in the trees, the different smells that filled the air and most of all the snow. I loved the snow. The way it completely transformed the land, making everything look clean and crisp. Like a thick blanket had covered the earth to protect it in some way.

Getting my bags was surprisingly quick as I’m sure they must have been the first to come off the plane, so getting in the car, well to the heater in the car more like, was most welcomed. Libby complained about the weather as always. Living here hadn't softened her thoughts about the cold then.

The ride was also quick, mostly due to the fact that after 20 minutes of Libby’s catch up gossip about people I didn’t yet know, I was fast asleep. Car journeys always did this to me. I think it was mainly down to the rocking motion of the vehicle. Of course it was also down to the trust I held in the driver and thankfully Frank was driving instead of my scatty sister. It’s not that she is a bad driver, just a bit...Umm…well, quick to arrive at her destination should we say, whereas I would prefer to take my time and get there in one piece without getting beeped at. Thanks to Frank’s careful, smooth driving, I didn’t wake up until we had pulled up outside their house.

I had seen the house in the pictures she had sent me via emails, but I now realised my little laptop screen really didn’t do it justice at all. It was amazing to look at. I stood wide-eyed and speechless.  My mouth had dropped and a wide grin lit up Libby’s beautiful face.

"So I take it you like it?" it wasn’t really a question as she already knew the answer.

"It’s... it’s so BIG" I said without needing to exaggerate.

"Welcome home kiddo!" Frank said as he grabbed most of my bags with one hand and opened my door with the other.

Finally I managed to say a lame thanks in a broken croaky voice. The emotions were getting to me as I fought back the tears that had started to form.

I was overwhelmed.

The place was huge and very old looking, with that ancient fairy tale touch. It had so much character, which I adored.  It was a large wooden structure with faded white paint that just added to the charm.  Clusters of little nooks and windows of different shapes and sizes and slate coloured roof tiles came down at different points on the unconventional shaped house.  The front of the house was framed with a large deck, which even had a swinging chair that looked as ancient as the building itself. Faded green shutters framed most windows, which were now nailed open after being retired during the installation of triple glazing. Still the effect was charming and the whole aura left no question, this was one
well-loved
home.

What astonished me more was not just the house
itself;
no it was more the grounds it sat in. Positioned on the very edge of the White Mountain National Park, we were surrounded by deep forest and everywhere you looked were oceans of green,
in fact I think every shade of green on the spectrum. The landscape was an endless flow of mountains overflowing with enormous trees that wound around the house like a barrier, encasing it in living, breathing safety. It was only when I followed them one by one did I notice a clearing to one side.

It drew me closer like a magnet as I walked forward to discover its treasure.  There, in front of me, stood the most fantastic view I think I have ever seen in all my years on this beautiful planet. The view exploded into a sea of even more mountains made from a lush green carpet of thousands of trees, hell it looked like millions!  The beauty before my eyes held me captive like a rabbit in headlights taking my breath away. If I could cry, which I didn’t do much these days after tears long run dry, I would have now. I wanted to show my pleasure in what I was seeing, but once again I was rendered speechless.

“It was inherited from Frank’s uncle,” Libby’s voice brought me back and I turned around to see that she had followed me to the clearing.

“How old is it?” I asked, hoping for a background story on the place.

It looked like the type to have a few horrors in its past. It wouldn’t have looked out of place in one of Stephan King’s novels or even the family home in the movie Psycho.

“Not really sure, everyone in Frank’s family we have asked can’t really give us a date. But it’s been in his family for generations.” She made a strange face as she said this, which made me think there was more to the story.

“What is it?” I asked, as light heartedly as I could but from her face I knew this was it, any minute now she would spill the house's deepest, darkest secrets and then I would never sleep again.  But I didn’t care
.
I still wanted to know, no matter how horrible it was.

“It’s nothing really, just a bit creepy that’s all.” She lent around me to get a good view of where Frank was. When she was happy enough that he was out of earshot, she continued.

“Well you know I told you Frank inherited the place from his uncle?” She said whispering in my ear.

“Yeah, so what happened to him?”

“Well.... he committed suicide.” She waited for my response with that usual sad look in her eye whenever she said something that might “set me off.”

“Where?” was all I managed, praying it wasn’t in what was to be my new room.

“Oh no, no....not in the house, don’t worry.” I think she understood my mortified look of dread.

“Oh... well that makes me feel better at least, I was about to think I was going to have share my room.”

“Share your room?” She looked confused about my answer as we made our way back to the house.

“Yeah, rather with a ghost or with you and Frank, ‘cause I think I’d be too terrified to sleep on my own!” We both laughed at the thought.

“Nah, don’t worry, if that ever happened I’d make Frank sleep in your room with his uncle. They would have something to talk about at least... being family and all.” This just made us giggle some more like daft teenagers. It took me back to our
naughty days when we used stay up late and we would tell scary stories under our blankets with a torch held under our chins for added affect.

“So where did he do it then?” I asked getting back to the morbid story.

“Oh...well that doesn’t matter,” was all she said and quickened her pace towards the house. This clearly wasn’t the end of the story so I knew I would have to get it out of her later, when Frank was out.

Getting settled in wasn’t hard, as my sister had already kitted my room out with everything. From family pictures by the sea, art I liked, to bedding in my favourite colour. It was the most perfect room for me, being both cosy and void of all memories.

My new bedroom was at the very top of the house on the third floor in the attic which had been converted. There were other bedrooms in the house but this one definitely had the best view, as the window was on the side of the house with the clearing, so I had a personal view of my very own ocean of green. This was why she had picked it she had informed me as she watched Frank carry all my bags up the stairs one handed.

I surveyed my room and looked at all the effort my sister had gone to.  It was amazing how well she knew me. There was a pine double bed with deep purple covers and a mountain of pillows to match. A bright purple lamp lay on the bedside table, which even had a copy of my favourite book on it waiting to be read. It had been a while since I had picked up Jane Eyre, but it was most definitely one of my favourites. I just loved the idea of dear plain Jane getting the rich and broody Mr Rochester above the beauty of the wealthy Blanch.

A lump started to form in the back of my throat as the emotion hit me. This wa
s how I dealt with emotions now. I
nstead of crying I just held my arms tightly across my stomach, with fisted hands and concentrated on how to breathe. My sister had outdone herself and certainly achieved making me feel right at home, no matter how new this all was. At this point in my life, new was good but above all...

New was safe.  

Shaking those thoughts from the dark crescent of my mind, I turned back to the room that had a definite charming, homely feel to it. There was even a framed family photo of the four of us. I remembered when it was taken and it took me back to happier times. It was Christmas and it was after we had opened all our presents. We were all excited because my dad had just surprised my mum with an amazing gift for the family, a trip to Florida.