Syllia is back

There in the living room my mom and I quickly rushed to our old dog. "Luna!"

Her head was hanging down, and her eyes were closed. Tears were starting to blur my eyes. Then I thought of something. I ran to the backyard where my dad came from and looked around it. Just as I thought, I saw a half bitten piece of meat on the grass. I picked it up.

My mom sprinted up to me. "Be careful! You don't know what's in it."

I pulled my hand back and turned to Luna again. We dug a hole together and each took our time to say goodbye to Luna. This was the last time I would be able to pet her. Our tears mingled with the dirt while we covered her. Everything seemed to slow down. I had almost forgotten everything about Syllia until I thought back to the conversation I had with my mom.

Was this more of Syllia's revenge? I tried to wipe my tears, but more kept coming. We headed back inside, none of us seemed to know what to do next.

As we made our way back inside, my dad was the first to notice a person standing in front of our backdoor. "What are you doing here?"

As I walked closer, I recognized the person's clothes first. The simple dress and the cape around it. I saw the wicked smile on her face. It was obvious she poisoned Luna and witnessed the burial of her. "Syllia? What do you want now?" I asked.

"Why do you think I'm here?" she asked.

"You can't still be mad at what happened eight years ago."

"Your parents abandoned me."

"We couldn't take you away from your actual parents, Syllia," my dad said. "We didn't have any choice."

"And then you left," my mom chimed in. "We couldn't do anything for you after that."

"You let parents tell everyone I was dead," Syllia shouted.

My mom started to talk, but stopped herself several times.

"Now you get to feel how I have for the last eight years," Syllia continued.

"You want revenge?" I had to make sure. "Kidnapping Maylin, and poisoning Luna, isn't that enough already?."

I could tell that Syllia didn't care about other people's emotions anymore. I felt like she could do whatever.

"I had packed everything up, I was so happy at that time. When I knocked on your door, instead of welcoming me in. . .," she said.

I looked at my parents, it was like they were also remembering what had happened.

Syllia continued talking, "You're going to suffer."

She walked away, slamming her shoulder into me on the way out. I turned around to look at her. The outline of her got smaller, until she disappeared from my eyesight.