36 - Quiver

~Hannah’s Point of View~

“Tell me what happened first. How was I taken? What about everyone else,” I ask, as a tear rolls down my cheek. I already know the answer. Dead, they’re all dead. Just like I should probably be. Was it a rogue attack? Isaac himself?

I can’t just blindly run into this. I’ve had far too many unknowns in my life. A pair of violet eyes isn’t enough to let all my walls down. It can’t be.

“Jane first,” Frederick says, nearly like a caveman. His eyes fall over the female, and I can tell there’s so much hurt there.

“I’ve spent my entire life never seeing another who looks like me. Though I believed a certain male was my father and he wasn’t. Maybe something in the back of my mind always knew he was a liar but I couldn’t face the world totally alone. I suppose I needed him though I resented it. Why have you been alone Frederick? Why can’t you wake her yourself … and why aren’t you stuck in a slumber too,” I ask, as I turn and step down back onto the dirt floor of