꓄ꃅꍟ ꉓꃅꂦꌗꍟꈤ ꂦꈤꍟ // ρꫀꪻ ᦓꫀꪑꪖꪻꪖ᥅ꪗ;edited

Chapter 12/ History Doomed to Repeat Itself

"Well, it first started when we first got here. After the first time I saw you." I started to tell him, looking at him to make sure he was for sure listening to me. He was, closely listening, so I continued.
"I left my mom's funeral early, I wasn't sleeping so I crashed right when I got home. That was the first night I had a dream. It was my uh, my mother. And her accident. She would stand there and keep taunting me about it, almost like she already knew she was gonna come back." I started, the mommy topic is still a sore subject to talk about.

"I'm sorry, why would she taunt you about her death?" He questions godsmacked. I stopped, feeling myself get tense as I thought about what I had said to her that day.

"Because I killed her. I told her to disappear with her movies. I made her disappear because I was still mad about the divorce." I say quietly, my eyes lowered. I was... afraid. To see what his face was like when I told him it was my fault that she was dead. Jeff and dad, they keep telling me it wasn't my fault she died, but I just feel like it was my fault. That, I'm the one that killed her, dad said it's probably because I "feel like she died, thinking I hated her. But she was my mother, she knew I didn't hate her." I know he was just trying to help but. But I know deep down, that she probably did think it was my fault she died. That's why she wants me dead so badly.
"Me and her got in a fight before she died, and I didn't even so I loved her back!" I sniffled, and wiped my eyes, still not facing him. I almost yelped when I felt myself being pulled from my spot, crying more as arms wrapped around me in my new spot. Clyde surprisingly soothed me comfortingly as he held me close to his chest. Careful to keep his legs away from my wounded one.
"It's not your fault. You might think it is but it's not. What happened to her is just bad timing and bad luck. Her dying while filming her movie was just a freak accident, there wasn't anything you could have done about that. And, her yelling at you, telling you all those things, it was just a dream. It doesn't mean anything." He tried to reassure. I shook my head.
"You're forgetting I see and hear things in my dream since I got here." I reminded him. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"You can't believe them all, Aunna. It's whatever that's out there doing this. Don't let it make you feel worse for something you had no control over. Alright?" He tried. I wiped my eyes and nodded my head. I didn't want to move, so I decided to continue telling him what happen would not only be a good distraction from my guilt and his comfort, but in hopes I wouldn't have to move too. 
"After that, the next day. Well you know that. That was when you took Jeff's cat..." I raised an accusing brow. He looked the other way to avoid my fake glare, still not letting go of me.
"After you left and we went to get her. I got this strange feeling coming from the back part of the Pet Sematary. Something... was telling me not to go there. It was like something possessed me to warn Jeff and Drew. I told them to stay away from there. I thought it was the darkness but thinking back on it, I'm sure it was Victor. Guess that was his first warning.. That's when the bad things really started to happen. It was as I said on Halloween, after leaving I stopped by the Creed's house. I didn't mean to go inside, but I felt forced to go in. So I went it.. I made it through the living room and into the kitchen, but something was pulling me towards a closet door. When I was about to open the door, I saw something. Like in my dreams, only I wasn't asleep for this. I saw it was that Louis guy. He was dead, bloody and slashed to death in the closet. Something... or someone killed him. He buried his wife, after he was forced to kill his son. His daughter though, Victor told me they were all dead, but I did some research at the library's archive and found out the daughter survived whatever happened. The night Louis was killed, she was with her grandparents. She committed suicide when she was thirteen, five years after that happened.. Rachel. He brought her back, just for her to kill him, brutally at that. In the.. vision... it was like he was just thrown in the closet. Like he didn't matter. They don't care when they come back. And the only thing that matters to them is death..