Dwellings On The Past ~ (Lorraine's daughter)

Mavka

I limp down the stairs without George's help. As soon as we call an ambulance for his wife and reach the basement door he runs down to support his youngest daughter and wife again. Great, I think while stopping mid-stairs. The scene in the basement is a mess.

Since I stepped - or limped - into the room, I've been feeling even more awful than before. Carol is standing in the corner, one arm clutching her stomach while she's holding herself up with her hand on the wall. On the same side of the room Jullie is sitting on a chair, but she's trying everything to escape. Her hair is a mess and her face is stained with dry and new tears. I feel so bad for her, if I only realized earlier what was happening, maybe I could've prevented it. I saw something similar in a vision, I should've known it would lead to this.

My dad and George are doing their best to hold them down. Jullie seems to have a lot more strength than before all of this. My mother is kneeling in front of the little girl, I can only see her side. My guess is she tries to calm her with words, but she's as much aware it won't work as me.

I start walking again just in time for my mom to see me. Even though I'm anything but safe, knowing my mom and dad are with me calms me. "Linny! What happened? Why are you bleeding? How bad does it hurt?" she asks, her concern almost getting through to me. But there are more important things.

"We need to bring her to someone who can do an exorcism." I propose while walking the rest of the stairs down with my mom's help. I suppress a wince, but of course she notices anyway.

"We searched for one. Closest is five hours away. Jullie doesn't have five hours." she explains quickly. "Let me look at your stomach. How did it happen?"

"I'll tell you later. It's not too bad. Jullie's important right now." I say while walking closer to the poor little girl. I can feel her fear and it scares me to the bones. "Jullie. Can you hear me?" I ask, my voice is raised to overtune the screams and groans of the girl. It's not hard to tell there's not much left of the bright and happy girl.

"No!" a low, old, female voice growls out, dragging the word so long it almost seems like a sentence. Unintentionally I take a step back, right into my mother's arms. I can smell her sweet scent and perfume. I don't step away for a few seconds, I want to enjoy the short moment of my mom's comfort.

"Why did you want me down here? I thought you didn't." I wonder.

I follow my mom's gaze, spotting a book along with a glass vial in my dad's right hand. "Oh, no." I mutter, there's no need to think about what that means. He wants to do the exorcism himself. He's done it before, but only a few times and there's always a great risk. "Mom, stop him." I plead.

"That's why I brought you. I know it's not fair, but I heard a whisper and it told me only you can fix this. I'm so sorry."

First, I only look at my mother, my eyes not leaving hers. I want to help, I really do, but there's only so much I can do. How am I supposed to be the only one who can fix this? Perhaps I'm the only one who can't.

Lorraine seems to catch on to my helplessness. She grabs both of my shoulders. "What exactly happened in the last vision you had?"

I repeat my last vision to her, but the only thing I saw was Jullie getting possessed by Mavka. "David was there for the first part." I admit. I wanted to leave it out, but right now doesn't seem to be the right time to keep promises. "I think he has vision's, too. At least he told me about a dream he had that could've been a warning."

My mom sighs, I'm not quite sure if she's frustrated we're not finding a solution or if she's mad. "Anything, can you think of anything that happened? It doesn't have to be in a vision, it could be anywhere."