Choices

Written By Gilraen Alcarin

Chapter 1

Three Sisters

It was the three of us after our parents passed. Just Rachel, Ann and myself. My name is Ella Turner. I am 22 years old and have two older sisters. Rachel is the oldest and she is 26, she is shorter then Ann and I, but she is also the most mature of the both of us. She has long dark brown hair and pale skin, and she had diabetes. Ann and I were ever watchful of her.

Ann was the middle child. She is 24. She has short hair that normally had blond highlights in it, but was naturally a dark brown. She had bright blue eyes and pale skin. She was taller then Rachel but maybe an inch shorter then myself. She was the strongest of us, for she had wanted to join the army. She was natural born fighter.

And then there is me. I am the youngest of my sisters. I have immensely long dark brown hair that it almost looked black. Always it is pulled back in a French braid with two small braids on the sides of my face. I had more of a copper tone to my skin then that of my sisters. Like Ann I had blue eyes, but mine were much darker like sapphires. I was very strong as well, but not like Ann.

The three of us live alone in the state of Washington. No not in Forks, Washington. We live in Seattle. I have been in college for about 3 years now. I wanted to be an author. I loved to read and write and so I decided to follow my dream. Rachel was a healer of sorts. She was not a doctor or nurse, though she would frequently volunteer at the local hospital. She believed more in homeopathic remedies. Many people came to her, mostly Indians that lived on reservations. My sister Ann….well she did many things. She worked part time at a food store, and she would teach Martial Arts on weekends to young adults, and then she would hunt. I would almost always go with her. Though Ann preferred a gun, I used a bow. I had been an archer since I was very young, perhaps 10. I bought my first real bow when I was 17 years old and now I was a hunter and tutor for those who wanted to learn. An important part of my sisters and I, was that we were witches. Not all powerful witches like in the movies or the classic hooked nose hag on a broomstick.

Our parents had died when I was only 18 years old. I had just graduated high school. They had been out to the store and on their way home a truck drove through a red light. It was an instant death or so the doctor said. I had never seen Ann cry so much. She never cried. She was the strongest. Rachel was now the head of the family and she worked as hard as she could to support us. Once I was able to get a job at a local bookstore and Ann got promoted things got better.

The week of our parents anniversary, Ann and Rachel decided to take me a to a movie in an attempt to cheer me up. As we sat down in the theatre it seemed we were the only ones there. It was strange but we did not really think about it much. As the movie started, Rachel began to have a seizure. Along with being a diabetic, she was an epileptic as well. I screamed, thankful now that there was no one in the theatre. I was scared, and as Ann dropped down next to me and took Rachel's hand. I felt light headed and everything went black.