A young girl, nowhere above 12, sat alone on the beach of a small island, her long blue hair a tangled mess as she stared down at her feet. It had been 6 years since she first arrived on this island, 6 years since she had to take care of herself and fight to survive.
6 years since the hauntings began.
And just like that, the girl felt a presence beside her, causing her to look up. She saw none other than her older sister, staring down at her...despite the deep bullet hole marking her forehead. A frown made itself present of the older girl's lips, as she crouched down to her sitting sister's height. The smaller could only stare, her voice catching in her throat as one word squeaked out.
"Titiana...why didn't you just admit it? You could've told Father the truth..." Jezebel said solemnly, standing up and staring down coldly at her little sister. "You