Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 11

Stepping inside the brightly lit room my eyes found an old woman lying on a lounge bed by the window.

Her feature seems to light up when she sees me.

I walked towards where she lay, she looks so tiny and frail-looking by the way the sheets and blankets bundled around her.

“You're so beautiful. Just like my Katarina” she said as she tenderly almost reverently caressed my cheeks and hair.

“I spent many years trying to find you. I almost had you in my arms before but the detectives said that the record building of the orphanage burned down before they could find who adopted you” I didn’t failed to hear the catch in her voice and my heart immediately constrict by the sound of it.

“Grandma” I croaked out and I watched her closed her eyes as if she is relishing something. 

“18 years. I waited for 18 years to those words” She said as tears began to fall in her eyes.

“Graa.. Grandma” The calm demeanor that I created since I buried my family dissolves with every second that I hear the tightness in her voice and the grief in her fragile face.

Hugging her tightly I began to cry on her shoulder. The pain and sorrow of my adoptive family’s death combined with gladness and happiness on finally finding my grandmother destroyed the dam that keeps my tears at bay, and it flows unstoppably as I sobbed hard on her shoulder.

I don’t know how much time had passed before both of our tears finally subsided, feeling a bit shy on my show of emotions I look around but the room is empty, Ana and Carina already left the room.

“Grandma, why?” Wisdom shows in her eyes as she looks at me, understanding the questions inside that single ‘why’.

“Here let me show you” she said as she tapped the place next to hers in the lounge bed. Confused on what she will show me I move over to her side.

“Close your eyes, Love”, although I'm baffled by her words I still closed my eyes and I felt her warm hands on my face.

I gasped as visions and images instantly run in my mind. It feels like I'm watching a movie in my head. 

An image of a beautiful woman that looks similar to me except she possessed the longest and straightest black hair I’ve ever seen, slide in my mind.

Is she my mother?

“Mother,please!” The black-haired woman pleaded on the younger version of grandmother; her brown eyes are red from crying. 

“Please understand us! I love him” I saw her kneeled in front of grandmother, her white dress pooled around her as tears continue to spill out of her eyes.

“No! Katarina, I won’t allow it” grandmother said coolly, she looks unfazed by the woman’s pleading and crying.

“He is not for you!”

The woman’s crying grows fainter and fainter until the scenes changes in my head again, as if everything is fast-forwarded.

I saw grandmother running in a fog as if she is following someone in a dark forest.

“Katarina! Come back!” I saw grandmother shouting to the woman’s retreating back as she walks away with a brown haired man.

“ Katarina! No please, come back!”

The scenes changes so fast that my head is reeling around.

“Find her. Bring her back and dispose the man” Grandmother said to a group of wicked looking men. The grandmother in my head looks different to the old woman I knew just a minute ago.