Updated: 2017-12-21 12:03
Mr. Harbor couldn“t stand the deep heart-wrenching pain.
Not even his two beautiful daughters could pull him from his dark smoldering depression.
He took to drinking every night. He would arrive at work drunk and barely sane.
He lost his job soon after his wife“s murder. He barely noticed, he was so deeply
entrenched in his misery.
His daughter“s noticed however.That was when they lost their beautiful house and
had to move into the small unhappy house at the edge of a barren town.
The two sisters clung to each other in soul and spirit.
They kept the memories of their
family alive. It was the only way they found any happiness in
their lives now.
Their father hardly spoke two words to them
unless he was cursing about something. Despite the lack of
communication, the girls never failed to see the depression
lurking behind their father“s morbid actions.
After dragging him to his room, the girls lifted and shoved until
his lanky frame over flowed the too small bed. Working silently,
the girls cleaned up the mess of broken dishes and different pieces he
Had gotten his hands on before he passed out.
"What will we eat off now?" Seventeen year-old Allie worried
aloud.
"Don“t trouble yourself about it. Bark makes a good plate. And
we could go to the dump tomorrow and search for chipped dishes
that nobody wanted." Twenty-four year-old Hella leaned the
broom up in a corner and turned to face her worried sister. "Stop
worrying, Allie. We“ve always made do before. Broken dishes are
a long shot from the end of the world." She forced a cheerful
smile for her sister“s sake. "Remember what it was like to clean
house with mom?"
A smile lit Allie“s face like daybreak. "She made everything a
joy. Cleaning was like a game to her." She remembered.
"Yes." Hella agreed. "And we have her joyful spirit in ourselves.
Everything will be fine. We just have to keep smiling."
"And remember mom“s motto." Allie added.
"The best and beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or
touched. They must be felt with the heart. So don“t be afraid. Be
alive." The girls spoke the motto in unison.
Allie giggled softly.
"Mom always lived and believed that." She whispered. She didn“t
know what caused her to whisper. The moment just seemed
sacred some how, as if it deserved only whisperings.
"She did." Hella agreed in the same low voice. "And so should
we. We must never forget it."
Allie nodded. "Let“s go to bed, Hella. I“m tired."
Hella nodded and carried t
he single half-burned candle to their
room. Hella held it so Allie could see to turn down the bed. Once
Allie was under the covers, Hella blew out the candle and sat the
candle-holder on the floor beside the bed. Hella joined Allie
under the blanket.
All the houses in town had electric lights,
except for theirs. The tiny house was wired for lights, but the
Harbor“s never had enough money to spare for the luxury. "Will
you pray tonight?" Hella whispered into the darkness. The bed
trembled slightly as Allie nodded her head and began the prayer.
After amen was said, Hella soon drifted into unconsciousness.
The clock in the living room ticked off the passing hours. The
floorboards squeaked and the facet continued to drip. Around
three a.m. an eerie new sound pulled Allie from peaceful sleep.
She heard it again.
It sounded like finger nails being raked across
their window glass. She shuddered as the sound stopped, and then
it started again. She heard a groaning sound. It could be the wind
and a tree branch scraping at their window. That thought would
have brought her comfort, except for one fact: they had no trees
near their bedroom. Allie opened her mouth to wake her sister,
but the words stuck in her dry throat. An intense terror filled her
entire body. She was frozen - feeling terrified and extremely
unsafe. President R-has once been quoted as saying: “The only
thing we have to fear is fear itself- nameless, unreasoning,
unjustified terror which paralyzes efforts to convert retreat in
advance.“ Lying frozen in her bed, Allie felt the truthfulness of
that statement. The terror that held her pinned to the bed was
nameless, unreasoning, and unjustified. There was no reason to be
afraid. It was probably on a bad dream that had wakened her. But
then, why did she feel that something was completely and
horribly wrong?
"Allie, what“s wrong?"
Allie jumped, Hella“s sleepy voice breaking her free from her
paralyzing stupor. Somehow, Hella had sensed her sister“s uneasy
emotions and woke.
"I-I don“t know." Allie whispered. "I heard a scraping at the
window. Something just feels wrong. I feel so unsafe."
Hella wrapped her arms around Allie“s trembling body. "Shh....
It“s all right. You“re safe. I would die before I let anything happen
to you" Hella began to softly sing a song that had always
comforted Allie before. But tonight she wanted no part of it.
Pulling back from her sister“s arms, Allie tried to still her
trembling.
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