Time Tells

You Didn't Deserve To Have Her......

Why would Clara do this? , yeah she hates me but I didn't think to this extent. Was it because of? , Oh my God is it because of? . Did I tell you my dear readers that Clara is something to me though am embarrassed to say it but she is my half sister. I know, weird but remember when I said my mom was divorced from Mr. Gells Tomas who is actually Clara's dad. I didn't understand well how or why they divorced but what I knew that we shared a mum with Clara, I know I hate it. Clara blamed me for everything, spoiling her family and is it because of this she put a knife on my bed? She first spread rumors that I was associating with witches and stuff to my friends and when I tried explaining that everything was false, they could give that eye like they believed in her but today she is not going away with it. 

I rushed to her home and a maid took me to her secret garden imagine she had a secret garden with roses and a swing, she was so lucky to have all this but she didn't deserve it after all.
                 "Clara, I have come to talk to you and am really serious", I said walking towards her.
                  "How dare you come to my house and talk to me like that. I wish you knew how much I hate that look on her face".
                   "Oh please, we all know here what you did and you won't get away with it".
                   "So you knew it was me, but your so damp, how did you realize that, apm shocked or did you get help from the witches? ", she said laughing.
                    " Think as you wish but remember this you will regret all this. I don't care what you have to say because I don't care and am glad mom left you because you. You really didn't deserve to have her".
I left her home and went to bed at least to have some rest because I was fed up with her and all her hatred. I had never hated her be I believe we remain a family no matter what.
  
To wake up, it was already morning, It was a Sunday so I had to go to church maybe to repent, I don't know maybe because it was a habit I was used to.
I decided to stay after the service to talk to my pastor about some issues.
              " Oh, hello Ella, long time no see, how are you doing lately?" my pastor said arranging the candles of the alter.
                "I am always well but I come to ask for some answers for the questions in my mind," so can you give me some of your time?".
                " Well why am I called a pastor?, because am here to help little wandering souls. So what are those questions disturbing my daughter?".
               " About that, ahhh, I was just wondering if demons really exist like in real life? ".
                   "Wow, it's really a question, what I can say is that they can. Like if they have a mission to accomplish or they want to build their kingdom stronger so they deceive people in joining them. But Ella, why are you asking?, Is one of them after you or have you seen one?".
                  "Me, no no how can I see one, impossible and I don't believe in such stuff".
                    " Ok, but just be careful because they are everywhere. So now if you can excuse me, I have to go serve money to the orphans".
                  "One more last question, are there good demons?", I said looking at the cross of Jesus.
               " There are no good demons. Have you ever heard of a bad angel of God?".
                 "What does that mean", I said totally lost.
             "What I mean is that what is known as bad is bad and what is known as good is good. Angels bring unity, peace but demons bring separation and only war. Be careful my daughter, let no one deceive you".