Aneesa stuffed her clothing into her pink duffle bag at lightning speed.

"Where are you going?" Gizelle asked entering the room.

"Home." Aneesa responded without looking at her.

"What...why?" Gizelle asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Aneesa didn't feel like explaining anything, she just wanted to get to the airport as soon as she could. She needed to be in Mississippi, as soon as possible.

"I can't talk right now." Aneesa mumbled before going into the bathroom to retrieve her toothbrush, wash cloth, and towel.

When she returned from the bathroom Gizelle was holding her bag under her arm.

"What are you doing?" Aneesa asked stepping closer to Gizelle.

Gizelle moved back, and put the bag behind her back.

"I'm not giving you this bag until you tell me what's going on." Gizelle said.

"Gizelle...stop playing I've got a plane to catch!" Aneesa said growing frustrated.

Gizelle sat on the bag, and looked at Aneesa with a serious face.

"I'm going to Mississippi to find my sister." Aneesa admitted. "I haven't been able to get in contact with her for almost a week and now the phone is disconnected!"

"Well I'm going to!" Gizelle said hopping up and grabbing her suitcase from under her bed.

"Gizelle you have class." She said while watching her pack.

"So do you." She responded while zippening her suitcase up. "I'm ready!"

Aneesa looked at Gizelle who was rolling her suitcase towards the door.

"Okay." Aneesa said heading out the door.

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Aneesa sucked the south's air in hard through her nose, once she got out of the cab and stood infront of her home. She loved the smell of Mississippi's air, especially after inhaling NewYork's filthy air for so long.

"So this is it?" Gizelle asked before handing Aneesa her duffle bag.

"Yes...this is home." Aneesa said looking at the old white victorian style house.

Aneesa used her key to unlock the door, and slowly pushed it open. Everything looked the same once she stepped inside and glanced around.

"Asiya!" She called out praying that her sister would respond.

She sat her duffle bag on their plaid sofa, and headed towards the back of the house where the bedrooms were. She could feel Gizelle close on her heels.

She opened up Asiya's room door, and gasped seeing everything in her room thrown around everywhere. There were clothes spread out on the floor, pictures, and a shattered frame leaving glass peices on her hardwood floor.

"My God!" She gasped with her hand over her mouth.

Asiya was a very neat person, and she always kept her room tidy so this suprised Aneesa. She wondered had her sister been taken, or harmed. She wondered if the mess on the floor was from some sort of struggle.

She left her sister's room, and checked her own room to see if it were messed up like Asiya's. She opened the door to reveal a clean room just the way she left it. It didn't seem like anything had been touched.

She wanted to look in her mother's room, but she was too afraid. She held onto the knob with her hand, slightly trembling.

"What's wrong?" Gizelle asked standing close to Aneesa.

"This is her room." Aneesa whispered as if her mother were in there. "I haven't been in here since she died."

"Well you don't have to go in there." Gizelle said rubbing her back.

Aneesa had to go in there contrary to what Gizelle thought. Aneesa felt compelled to look in the room, as if that room would have answers as to where Asiya was.

She turned the knob, and pushed the door open. The floor creaked as she and Gizelle entered the room. The rocking chair that sat next to the window rocked slightly from being pushed by the wind coming in from the open window. The old wood from the rocking chair made slight noises as it moved back and forth.

The room seemed to be in the same condition it was in since the last time she were in there. She looked to her right, and noticed the closet door was slightly open.

"I know Asiya didn't go in there." She said nearing the closet door.

Aneesa had been warned for as long as she could remember about going in her mamma's closet. Apparently there was something in that closet that her mother didn't want her daughter's to see. Aneesa wondered over the years what it could possibly be that her mother was hiding.

She stood infront of the door staring at it, debating on whether or not to open it.

Gizelle stood beside her grabbing Aneesa's hand. That was all the strength Aneesa needed to pull open the door.

She looked up at all the boxes that were stacked up high, none of them were labled.

"What is this?" Gizelle asked.

"I don't know." Aneesa answered.

She kneeled down to the floor, and pulled out one of the boxes that was near her feet. She opened the box, and glared at what seemed like hundreds of papers all bound together by string. It looked like the same papers her mother had given her, except these didn't look like originals.

Gizelle kneeled down next to Aneesa and peered into the box.

"These look just like your story." She said.

Aneesa remained quiet, as she pulled one out that was titled "Mother." She flipped through it immediatly realizing what it was.

Her hands shook as she turned to the last page, and silently began reading the last paragraph.

"She killed her mother." She mumbled while grabbing another set of papers out the box labled "Father." She flipped to the back, and read about his death.

She threw the papers back into the box, and slid it into the closet. She sat there next to Gizelle looking up at all the boxes knowing that all the stories included people's death.

"She was a murder!" She shouted standing to her feet. "I hate her!" She screamed.

Aneesa began snatching down as many boxes as she could, and carrying them into the living room. She took no time to light the fire place.

"Calm down." Gizelle said trying to stop Aneesa from going back in the room and getting more boxes.

Rain began to pour heavy outside, and thunder began to roar. The sunshine that once filled the house turned into darkness.

Aneesa tripped over funiture as she got out of Gizelle's grip, and headed back to her mother's room to retrieve more boxes. She intended to burn every story she had ever written.

She emptied the papers into the fire, and watched them quickly burn.

Thunder boomed hard above their heads making them both jump. The front door which was closed swung open, and close several times allowing the strong wind to blow out the fire, leaving them in a dark house.

Aneesa flipped the living room switch up, and down only to realize the power was out.

"Aneesa maybe we should leave." Gizelle said looking worried.

Aneesa ignored her, and went to the linen cabinet to retrieve candles, and matches.

"I'm not afraid." Aneesa said as she lit a candle and handed it to Gizelle. "She wants me to be afraid but I'm not afraid."

Aneesa sat on the floor holding her candle, and staring out the window. She wanted to spend the night there just to see if her sister would show up, and if she didn't in the morning she would go look for her.