While her sanity is clogged up by relationships of the past, Mary Angela's subconscious settles on the fence. However daily she seems to lean towards insanity since she is left alone in a cabin of doom and woe.
Her eyes brighten for a moment on hear...
The thunder clapped loudly at a distance, and birds shot across the sky in a dispersed arrangement. Lightning cackled silently but it's electric traces zapped down the atmosphere. Grey clouds were full of sky water, ready to make earth wet again, as the wind howled.
Somewhere on a path covered by the blood red, cherry orange and dead brown of leaves, a lady limped towards the wooden mansion. Her face was covered partially by a bronze mask that hid ugly burns. A puzzling tattoo slept on the right side of her neck in black ink. Almost gold strands of scanty blonde hair rode with the autumn's chilly wind.
"I'm back Mary. I'm back and the bastard will pay. He will pay. Blood, bones, fire on bridges, we'll stay...He'll be the one to burn this time." She said with an eerie smile, less than a mile from a wooden mansion she knew so well.
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"George!" Mary barged into George's room. The tin boxes and journal she held unto fell on the floor. The weight of the objects sent her crashing on the wooden floor.
George's heart wanted to run to her aid, but his hurt ego told his legs to stay put.
"Ouch! George I'm sorry if I hurt you, but this is no time to look sullen. I found something important." Mary said, trying to sort out the papers and pictures scattered on the floor.
"More important than the fact that Richard's not my father, or the fact that I got rejected because of my age? It's the twenty first century, Mary!" George barked. With anger in his limbs he got out of his bed and stood over Mary.
"I know I'm just a kid to everyone in this house, especially my dad...but I really thought you saw me differently. Fine! I'm sixteen, but there're a lot of sixteen-year olds, who're more mature than adults." George continued his speech of heart.
Mary was annoyed but she kept her eyes on the tin boxes. She unlocked Richard's tin box, then opened a page of the journal. She took out a photograph from the opened page and placed it on the floor. Her eyes scanned Richard's tin box and with hasty fingers, she took out the locket she'd found earlier.
"Is it Todd? Is that son of a bitch, the reason you've rejected..."
"Shut the fuck up George!" Mary raised her voice at George for the first time.
George's heart halted for a second. His chest felt tightened and he swallowed so hard, his throat hurt. His head banged a bit. His halted heart fell from his chest. He was almost at the brink of tears.
George was hurt, but he wasn't sure if it was because Mary yelled at him, or if it was the look of disappointment in her eyes.
"George, I don't have an interest in you or Todd either and that's that! How can men be so stupid? There's a mystery to unravel, one that possibly depends on our lives and all you can think of is being rejected by a girl who's older than you by seven years! Are you crazy or just plain stupid?" Mary said. She thought her words too harsh.
