The Rebirth of the Dead Heiress

Samuel and I asked at the exact same time.

I continued "She isn't sick. Why does she need to heal? I mean I can understand that these dreams are getting disturbing. But, that doesn't make her sick." I cried "Sikara is alright" She was fine. But, even though I don't believe it myself, I won't sit here and agree with mom and dad. They were wrong in a lot of ways.

"Just take her to the doctor then, it's not that hard," Samuel remarked 

"The healer would be here soon. We would be waiting for her to come and that's final." Not again with this healer nonsense. 

"You mean a doctor??" I asked.

"Trust me, it's the healer. And not another word about this " Mom rolled her eyes and gave a hard glare before walking towards Samuel. Now, I stared at her with utter conviction that she was sick.

"Take Sara to school Sammie," She said smiling at him "Use your car, I'll be using the spare one. Mine is at the mechanic"

"No..no..no...no way." He exclaimed "There is no way that is gonna happen mom" he looked at me and then back at mom "I can't take her to school." He cried "I have 'pieces of stuff' to do, with 'my car' " He finished with an air quote on "pieces of stuff" and "my car". Mom gave him a look. 

He was such a dramatic fellow. Taking me to school wasn't much of a deal, and besides, Pineville high wasn't that far from where we lived. It was also trekkable. I have always trekked to school—going and coming —so, I wonder why mom wants Samuel to give me a ride today.

"What 'stuffs' to do?" Dad asked mockingly, 

air-quoting just like Samuel did. Samuel rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was irritated. But what could I do? This was inconvenient for me as much as it was for him. But at the same time, it was going to save me from having to monitor my surroundings today. What would have the guts to harm me when I was with my brother? I flashed him a smug grin which made him glare. 

"What 'somewhere' to be?" Dad asked again and Samuel scowled

"Stop," he said while running his hands through his hair. "Stop air-quoting my words" Dad just rolled his eyes back at him, laughed, and went over to put on the tv. His favorite show, America dad, was on. He shifted to a more comfortable position and started laughing at the jokes.

He was not interested in this conversation.

"Yes or no, Sammie?" Mom asked Samuel

"I won't be taking Sara to her sick school and that is final" he sighed

"Yes, you would and that is final. Or else..." 

"Or else what?" 

"Or else..." It was all like a blur. I didn't know what happened next because Samuel's face suddenly became so pale—it was as white as a sheet of paper. What just happened?

He hissed. "You're a sick mother. All the women in this world and I had to get you as a mother." He hissed, taking angry walks towards the front door. He stopped to look at me "follow me" he said and continued walking, opening the door with force and closing it with much more equal force.

***

Walking towards the front door, trailing behind my brother, I heard dad speak, asking in between muffled laughs. "You scared him again, sweetheart, didn't you?" 

Mom burst out laughing too "I didn't mean to" laugh "but" more laughs "he just wouldn't listen. Your son is just like you— stubborn as a mule" she finished, sighing. 

I closed the door quietly and walked away from the door as their voices fade. What exactly did mom do to make Samuel so scared? He was so pale back there. I would have asked Samuel but might just not answer me. 

I met Samuel at the garage. Standing behind the door of his car like a stuck-up celebrity. I stayed rooted in my standing position, giving him a once over with my eyes, I was trying to observe him but he didn't make it easy for me as his once pale face had now regained its colors. He looked like nothing ever happened. Once he noticed me staring at him, he groaned "Get In princess" he drawled sarcastically "Or should I open the door also?"

I rolled my eyes at him, giving him a last look before I walked towards the other side of the car. I wanted to seat at the back but I decided against it and took my place at the front.

He got into the car with me and smirked "I know I am handsome, there isn't any need to tell me" he said flopping his imaginary long hair. I chuckled inwardly, and he continued "But there is just one problem." He feigned a sad face "I am your brother, so kill that thought you have about me"

"Ewww" I cringed "Puh–lease! Which crush? Just start the car already, I'm already late for school."

He burst out laughing and drove off. 

***

After some minutes of driving in silence, I decided to ask him the one question that has been disturbing me since we left the house. "What happened in there?" 

"What?" He looked at me, surprise evident on his face.

"At home, what did mom do to make you so scared?" I asked him, observing his facial features. He was nervous "I mean, you looked so pale back there" This time I took him by surprise.

"Oh...nothing" he chuckled nervously and I rolled my eyes 

"Don't tell me nothing...when you looked so pale back home"

"Ohhh..." Again with the Ohs! "You saw that"

"Yes, I saw that" what did he mean by that? "Was I supposed to not see it?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously 

"Don't mind me" he said while rubbing his neck

"So, what did mom do?" I asked again

"She smiled at me" he replied 

What??! "She smiled at you? Is that even a reasonable answer?" 

"Yeahhh"

"And that made you so pale? Come on bro! You looked as though you saw a ghost"

He laughed "She smiled at me with her teeth" 

With her teeth? "That's ridiculous. How can she smile at you with her teeth? And here I was thinking only my parents were insane, but look at you!"

He sniggered "Just forget it, you won't understand This world is more than just picture perfect and you're the only one without a filter. I wouldn't want your innocent soul to be corrupted by them." He patted my hair.

This shit is getting confusing. What does he mean by that? How am I the only filter in this world? It was no more Sikara telling me weird things but now, Samuel has joined in telling me weird things too. 

I decided to just drop the question, I was confused as hell and I didn't need someone coming up to add to my scary confusion. Maybe my death was near...

Nothing was making sense to me anymore. Why would mother and father refer to a doctor as a healer? I agree they were all healers but that wasn't the term for them in this 21st century and they sure as hell knows that. From what I knew healers were supernatural doctors...