Misunderstandings- PrologueMy cataclysmic lifestyle was taking its toll. Despite the eminent destruction of the world I thought I knew, nothing would provoke me to admit I needed help. Id always been completely independent; something I would continue to my death. My premature death.
I kept the scars hidden, even from my family. Theyd finally know. I took a deep breath and brought the knife down to my arm, sinking it in as deep as it could go. She sighed, knowing it would be over soon. The room started to swim as the light became dimmer. She knew it was ending.
Aiofe? Aiofe? Oh God, what have you done? Wake up sweetheart, wake up! She heard her sobbing; her baby was hurt! She wanted to help her, to hold her close and whisper in her ear that its all alright. But the paralysis was taking over. Was sick? Why couldnt I move?
The memories came flooding back; the flash of gaudy red as the blood flowed from the gash in my arm. Hearing her hitching sobs as s
PierreI look up, watching the dark clouds loom overhead in an intimidating manner. Quaking ever so slightly with anticipation, I stepped forward into the shade of the porch.
The door opened noiselessly by unseen hands or contraption, verifying my original impression that something was not as it should be in this house. Despite my conscious mind telling me to turn back, I could hear the steady tapping of my heels, concealed beneath my long dress, as they made their way across the floor.
This was my aunts house, originally. After her sudden yet somewhat eminent death, all her belongings were thrust into my hands. With my parents dead and my future husband devoted to his mistress, I felt like a child again; alone and frightened. Lost after playing too long. I curled up in the chaisse-longs in the parlour, wishing for nothing but my childhood innocence back.
I knew it was there. The doctors told me it wasnt, that I was ill. I knew it was there. I knew it was neither trick of light, n