We all got in the SUV and left. Nobody asked questions, as if they already knew what happened to her, they hadn't known exactly what happened to her but they knew she was gone. We ended up finding some gas, the two sisters were in the front, one driving the other in the passenger seat. Robbie and Dillan were sleeping in the back with max the dog, and I agreed to sleep in the oversized trunk which was somewhat connected to the backseat, I still had privacy though. I wanted to write in my journal but I couldn't think straight, my writing usually helped but I was in an unhealable pain. Yet another death that was my fault I thought to myself, then a relieving thought came to mind: At least she won't have to suffer anymore, Annabella succeeded in something most people struggled to do, Annabella escaped the labyrinth of endless pain.
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I woke up before Robbie and Dillan, The sisters had switched places. I immediately laid back down, it had been months since I had a good nap. After what felt like hours I was woken up by Dillan who had climbed into the trunk also. "How are you holding up," he asked. "Ok- I guess, how did you sleep?" I asked trying to change the subject. " I tried not to, I hate sleeping". "Why?" Are you kidding me, The dreams are horrid," he said. Dillan started to talk about how nice it is just to sit down and talk to someone and I started to zone out again thinking about Annabella, as if he were reading my mine he asked " how are you doing… with the- Annabella thing. I looked at him for a long moment and I could feel the tears attacking my fight not to cry. I eventually broke, "It's my fault..It's my fault she's dead I left her I could have helped… somehow I could have helped I said whispering in between sobs trying not to let the other hear me. Dillan stared at me for a moment and pulled me into a hug whispering it wasn't my fault. It's not your fault, It's not your fault, It's not your fault. That sentence stings inside my thoughts, that stupid stupid sentence, it is my fault! How would they know it wasn't if they weren't there! "All my fault" I whispered through my sobs…" all my fault". After a couple of minutes of trying to control my breathing, I pulled away from Dillan realizing (again) I had shown weakness. ¨may I… can you- oh yeah sure. Dillan climbed back over the seat. I turned to lay back down on my side letting my dreams rescue me from reality.
¨we are here!¨, My eyes began to open to the sounds of car doors opening. I quickly got up and jumped out of the car. About 6 men were standing in front of us with rifles, Ak-47s, and other guns I couldn't identify. ¨Hi, I'm Conor, but yall can call me CJ¨. CJ walked up with a large smile and said ¨If you're looking for Buckingham our in the right place¨. The men walked us into the very large building, when we walked in it seemed as though there was gold everywhere. There were beautiful chandeliers, marble floors in each room, and statues about every historian you could name. They showed us to some rooms where there were other children and began to settle in. After a couple of nights sleeping at the palace, we grew custom to making friends. One night I had been talking to a friend I had just met named Dimond. I was explaining to her about my family when she stopped me dead and said ¨did… did you say Julius¨. ¨y-yeah¨ I said hesitantly, heart beating out of my chest eager to hear what she knows. She stopped, stared at me, laughed, took a bite of the sandwich she had been eating, and then said ¨Kate… Julius is here… and he's alive.