It was morning already. I must have spent my whole night in heaven. Just as I stepped out of bed there was a knock at the door.
"Marie! Get the door please." Mama said, speaking softly so she wouldn't wake Anya.
I walked across the cold wooden floor toward the door.
The door flew open and there stood the physician, his eyes glazed over. He was wearing a mask that looked like a birds beak. None of his skin was exposed for he wore a large suit with gloves. In his eyes he had glass, red contacts. He looked like a demon from another world.
"Bienvenu Marie. Ou est ce que ton soeur? (Hello Marie. Where is your sister?)" The physician asked.
I led him to the bedroom without saying a word.
He walked to the bedside and assessed Anya. After a few moments he declared that blood would have to be let.
Mama took hold of her small frail weak hand and started to cry.
I shifted to my sister's side and knelt down.
"I'm sorry Anya. It was the only thing I could do. Goodbye my sister." I whispered softly into her ear, to hushed for anyone else to hear.
The physician, with god guiding his hands, took a small knife from the tote he carried. He slowly cut a deep gash from Anya's ear to her neck.
The blood poured out covering the mans hands. She didn't feel any pain though, she was fast asleep.
Suddenly, Anya's eyes flew open. She started screaming hysterically. Before anyone could do anything to calm her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out one last breath of air. Then she was gone.
Mama started wailing in despair. I ran to her side to try comfort her, but she just pushed me away.
The physician bowed his head and left the house without saying another word.
I knew I had to try comfort Mama some way.
"Mama . . . there is something I must tell you . . ." I began.
I told her of my dream, meeting with god, the old lady, the sin . . . everything.
Mama listened, her eyes wide with shock.
Finally, after a long uncomfortable silence, she spoke.
"You killed my daughter. You have destined our village to death. You. You are not a daughter of mine. Get out of my house now. I never want to see you again."
"But I've almost been forgiven of my sin!" I protested.
"I don?t care. You have killed your own sister. They should have taken you instead. Get out of my sight."
"But Anya's body! It must be buried under the apple tree!" I screamed.
"I will do with her body what I must. And she will not be buried for your sin to be forgiven. Now leave." Mama said, as she turned away from me.
With nothing else to do, I left my house. My home. Taking nothing with me.
I walked one last time out of my home- no, not my home, my mother's home, and down the street.
Not knowing where I was going.
"Please God, guide me!"
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