Cursed to live....AGAIN

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Back to Royce

Well, now I was intrigued. I turned the page to see what it was that she had found and instead of another page of words, there was a drawing of red eyes. It made me jump and drop the book. When it hit the floor this time, the pages in it began to turn on their own and it was nothing but drawings of those red eyes that seemed to be looking at me. It caused me to jump backwards on the bed. There was something strange going on around here and I was not about to Nancy Drew myself any further into this horror flick.

As soon as the journal stopped at the last page, it began to flip forward again. That's it, I was getting the hell out of dodge. I didn't wait for it to make its third round of page turns. I hopped off of the other side of the bed, grabbed the jeans I had on that day as well as the sweater, threw them both on so quick you would have missed it if you blinked. I shoved my feet into my UGG shoes and grabbed my purse, headed for the door. I would just sell this house and buy one that didn't come with freaky red eyes and journals that only gave half of the story. There was a hotel a couple of miles down the road and they were about to have a customer.

I made it to the door of the bedroom and pulled it open. On my life there stood Raynelle. The same girl from the picture. She was there in what seemed to be the same dress from the picture as well. At least now I knew what color it was, it was yellow and did not go well with her now red eyes. The same ones from the book. I screamed and stepped back away from her. At least I thought I was moving backwards. It wasn't until I was face to face with her and overcome with a feeling of warmth and longing to be with her that I realized I was being pulled into her world since her eyes laid claim to me.

A few seconds later I felt as if I were being, absorbed and the fear of not being able to do anything about it was bad enough. Not wanting to was even worse

Ten minutes later...

Raynelle

Well, this sure is better. The world has surely changed outside this house that I have been trapped in for over fifty-two years. Now women were wearing pants more frequently I could tell from my Great-great-great nieces' pictures. They were also standing awfully close to men with no chaperone. Daddy would never have approved of that. I would need to learn all I could of her so that I could insert myself seamlessly into her life. It was my second chance to live after the being had taken over me and lived my life with me watching, almost as if asleep, inside of her.

I knew that was what would happen to Royce soon enough. As it were, right now she was fighting to escape from me. She was really giving me quite the headache.

"You can fight it doll, but it will only spend your energy faster. Don't worry. You will get to have your life again, or a life, in any case. But for now, yours is mines to live. And it feels good to have a second chance. Now, you settle down in there" I said out loud to her as I looked into the mirror. Her fighting the absorption process had made my eyes an even brighter red than they had been since the day Rueann had absorbed me.

I had gone looking for answers the day after I wrote that entry into the new journal mama had gotten me as I had filled all of my others, and paid by being forced into her and having to watch her live my life, the life she had been denied as I was sure the same had happened to her. Now, this was the only way that women in our family could live. By absorbing the lives of those in our own bloodlines. We would then learn about them from keepsakes and pictures and live their lives. Cursed to this years earlier by a jealous Voo doo mistress right here in New Orleans. She had lost her husband to one of the women in our family and swore that our whole line would suffer, starting with their eldest and only daughter. That way, the women in our family would never know true life, love or peace. Not unless we were willing to live the life of the ones who came after us. I must admit, she had done a number on us. But we had always been willing to take the life from the next in line, in that we cursed ourselves because of selfishly wanting to live.

'Ahh, there you go, sleep Royce...' I told her through my mind as my eyes began to go from red to the light brown color that hers were. Now, I was truly Royce Getty, until I died and it became her turn to do this to the next in line...destined to live this way until one of us gained the strength to fully wake and fight back...