The Allure

Chapter 4 of The Allure

The wound on her thigh was deep and had bled profusely. "I am already dead inside so what difference would it make to die physically", was her last thought before fainting.

She woke up to a blinding-light-filled room. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the setting. She was in her room, her thigh and other injuries bandaged neatly. She tried getting up but a sharp pain up her spine made the center of her upper body cease all movement. The fall to the ground was not necessarily just a thump on the floor but rather a rough fall with her body banging on a few objects. 

'How long was I out? Who took care of me?' were her thoughts before she tried getting up again. It was heavily painful and each breath was painful. But this was her house now, her statement had to play an important role in her late-husband's death. If people took the second wife's statements as the truth then she would be doomed.

Her feet were wobbly and she landed on the ground with a thud. The small fall sent waves of ache through her body. She did it again and again until she was able to stand. Her wounds began to bleed but that was the least of her worries. She limped out of the room. She watched a man walk through the hallways. He took no notice of her until she croaked out a "what?". He looked devastated at her horrible state and replied with, "I'll get you water ma'am but before that I will have to send in a nurse to take care of your wounds and change the bandages," He moved closer to her to escort her back but her body flinched back in reflex.

"Who are you?"
"I am part of the police and was posted to guard your home. We do take shifts and there are two other men outside."

'Your home', those words held so much weight and it felt so strange to hear them. She had to gulp down her overwhelming guilt, she has to prove her innocence, she can't let them see her like this.

Time passed through around her like a parched giant.

She yelled while looking at her reflection, the walls seemed to close in on her. This was not what she wanted. The mirror that contained her reflection shattered in contact with her fists. It was haunting her, she wanted it all to stop. Just stop and go back to how things were. She was lonely and defenseless once again. This was maddening for her.

The air around her seemed thicker, the room seemed darker. She heard a feeble strained voice as her warm blanket slipped from her barely warm body, "You deserve peace," a gunshot followed right after she was engulfed into the void.

Freyja was taken as a child of her void, cool summer breeze floated around her. She looked up to see silver dusts sparkled on a wide ocean, she felt like a love-filled teen again.

Freyja did not notice were the marks of handprints over her swan-like neck. Is this peace? No. It is a relief that this is not reality. An ignorant blissful state of her soul till she forgets all about her previous tales of misfortune.

Freyja's statement was one filled with vicious lies that might have startled the devil's servants. It is said that if her statement is spoken aloud, a curse is placed upon your short-lived fairytale by her husband's second wife. The women were found in their husband's bedroom bathed in blood, one choked to death while the other shot herself.

What is strange is that the desk in the study of Freyja's husband had streaks of blood showing someone tried to wipe it off to create spooks!