Faceless Instincts

The Warning

I was putting a little pressure on my hand in hopes of calming the throbbing pain in my fingers. My entire hand felt numb along with my brain.

I was dreading the meeting tomorrow, I had no clue what Mr Marsh would tell me, all I hoped was that it would help me go ahead and not drag me a box behind.

I sat on my bed and mindlessly flipped my med box. Olivia had given me this little thing a while ago when I had trouble remembering to take the meds.

I flipped it open and closed it again only to repeat this uncountable times.

Reflecting on all the details that my mind had collected over the period, a brain cell sparked in the darkest corner.

Sussanne wasn't able to keep track of time, she confused time and space, even so, she had physical disorientation that made her think Dorian's neck was long.

I sat at the table and took out my diary and wrote Sussanne's name in big letters at the top. Writing down all the points that I have known till now I studied them.

She was sure that Mr Ashford was going out at night and that he came back before her. It could be a possible delusion, hallucination or mere confusion. What if she was sleepwalking and none of it was true?

My brain was boggled with what I just thought. Everything had made me so paranoid that I didn't trust myself anymore, questioning my judgement I opted for a safer way, calling Mr Wembley.

He seemed hesitant at first and I couldn't blame him, I was jumping to an extreme conclusion based on hypothetical reasoning. He did grow a little soft when I explained Mrs Ashford's life and what people talked about and possible relationship hurdles with Mr Ashford but he took a rather negligent tone when I told him about my conclusion.

"You can't conclude that with mere references Kiara." He said harshly, "that's not the right way and you know it. Also, why are you still there? I am leaving in two days, you better come back now, child." He said as a strict mentor that he was and I pouted. I knew he was growing worried about me with every passing day.

I called Will and asked if he could send in Lucy and he said she'll be here in five minutes. The only person that can answer these questions now was Lucy

An hour and a half later, there was still no sign of her, I assumed she got caught in work and continued studying when the power went out, "what's wrong with this place"

I stood up and scampered around the drawers to find a candle. I found one sitting at the lowest drawer, I grabbed it when a knock on the door startled me and I took a deep breath, "come in" I said as I placed the candle in the stand, "Lucy, you have been a long time friend with Mrs Ashford, do you think you can answer some questions about her?" I questioned as I lit the candle. I heard the door close, "I think I might know what happened to her and trust me it's not..." I turned around to look at her but stopped mid-sentence.

For a hot second, I thought my heart would crawl out of my mouth. The glow of the candle wasn't enough to make out the full figure, but it assuredly outlined the tall and humungous statue of whoever it was. I raised the candle in hopes of looking at the face but pure chills ran down my spine when I looked at it.

This man was at least six foot six and broader than the doorframe covered in a dark robe, he looked down at me with a snarl, half of his face was covered in a steel mark and whatever was visible could not be called a face. His lips weren't there. This man had no lips, it rather appeared butchered, the tip of his nose was gone and his half bare chest showed a very deep scar in the middle of his chest.

My voice got caught, I wanted to scream but nothing came out. A tight knot formed in my throat and I shivered dramatically while sweating profoundly.