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[ ɪ ] ' m  a  s i r e n.  but the world doesn't want sirens, does it? not now, not ever. sirens have voices of heaven ; if there is a heaven. sirens are dangerous. or at least, that's what they told us. that's what my mother believed.
my mom's dead.
but then again, i don't really care. she hated me. she hurt me, and i'm convinced she killed ellie, because ellie believed in me. she killed her own daughter, and i have no doubt that she would have killed me if she had the chance. but the neighbors would have seen ; they would have known that with both of her daughters dead something would be going on. and then she would get taken. oh yes, me, too, and she would love to see me go, taken away by the people who 'rule the world with fair lines and boundaries.' ellie used to say that if the world is a canvas, it's been destroyed by those lines. i think she was right.
am i right? am i right about all of it, about the leaders? or is something else going on? i don't know. i don't know. but trust me, i intend to find out.

the pictures i used at the beginning of every chapter are from tumblr and should not be used without permission from me. i found them in one of chrys marie's templates.

         

[ ɪ ]  r e m e m b e r.  I know I’m not supposed to because no one else does, and because when they asked me about it they got this weird gleam in their eyes, like they were hungry for information. I can't say anything about it to anyone; not Emme, my best friend, not even Calen, the only person I once could trust.

But even though I can't say anything about it to other people, I can think about it. I can think about how I remember her eyes, wild and scared, as my mother locked me outside of the house that one night when it was pouring rain, the night we found out what I am. I can think about Ellie's screaming when my mother broke her arm after she tried to defend me, not caring that I’m a siren but caring that I’m her sister, and will always be. I can remember not being able to walk for two days when my mother kicked me in my leg with her heels and hit a nerve. I can remember crying, wondering what happened to my sister, and seeing her dead, in the alley beside our house.

And most of all, I can remember leaving.

I ran away at night, and all I could think was freedom, freedom at last and that my mom wouldn't care that I was gone, wouldn't tell anyone for the fear of being accused of hiding me, because I’m a siren and she wanted me dead anyway. So I smiled instead of screaming and crying and kicking that night. I allowed myself one night to be reckless, to sing. But that was before they found me. That was before I knew.

I have a plan, though, now that I know what I do. My plan will start tomorrow. The beginning of the end will start tomorrow. Maybe, if I’m lucky, it will work.

Am I ready?

         

[ ʟ ] u c e.  That’s who I will tell first. Then Sam, and then Leia. After that, I’ll ask if they think Emme and Calen should know. But Luce is the person who I will tell first, because I know her. I know her strategies and I’m prepared for them. I should feel guilty about manipulating her, but I don’t. Her joining me is going to help save the world.