Greetings Morana

CHAPTER 13: THE CALHOUN RITUAL

FAYE POV:

I just couldn't– I just couldn't process what had happened. This is just too much for one day. Tessa's murder, Deave's arrest, The actual murderer and a direct threat from the girl who hates me the most. Emily... Now I get why Emily couldn't tell or write anything and tell me the truth, Deave casted a spell on her. He is an idiot, he could've at least told me before doing this stupidity. I could've helped him and get Emily out of this mess but he just directly surrendered himself to the Calhoun guards. It would be very difficult to get him out of there...

I noticed that I was standing in Morana's room. I grasped the opportunity and tried to look for something which might be useful. I found an album. It contained her mother's pic and I was astonished... She looked so similar to her mother. The same frisco eyes, freckles and deep black hair, the alignment of her face... Everything was so similar. I flipped the pages ahead, There were some of her pics of childhood, a total cutie. How Ironic! I am calling the girl who would rip my heart any second cute...

I search more in her room, trying my best not to fall or step on the broken pieces of glass that she shattered. She is just so broken, broken like these

Pieces. I found a diary in the cupboard and I guessed it right, It was her poetry diary. I think Deave found some similarities in both of his lover choices- POETRY. I flip a few pages and read one of them—

I have survived too many storms to be afraid of raindrops,

I tell my life I have suffered enough, just stop.

My heart has been broken too many times that there is nothing left to break,

I have cried so many times that there are no tears left to cry.

I am not hurt, I am not sad,

I just feel empty, I ain't mad.

Oh! It all fell down and never came back,

It all fell down and there is no going back...

—--Morana

I didn't want to put the notebook in, she wrote her feelings and thoughts so beautifully that I wanted to read every single one of the pages. The words have such a deep meaning but I had to focus, I couldn't just waste my time reading some heartbroken or lovesick poems. I had to focus. I need to find something useful. I open up some new drawers but I find absolutely nothing. I don't think Morana would be that naive to leave any clues in her room but I am totally foolish to waste my time here.

I stand up and carefully leave the room by escaping the tiny prickly mirror pieces which could pierce through my skin any moment. I ran outside the room towards Emily. I hope she is okay. We need to figure out something. We need to save Deave at any cost...

I see the clock is already 12:07 a.m. I knock at Emily's door.

"Emily! Please open the door!" I knock on the door, "Emily?!" I called her.

"Emily?!"

"Emily?! Are you okay?! Open the door!!" I screamed. I asked again. Again. again but I received no response. I panicked. The door was locked from inside, Emily did not respond.

I swirled my hands and opened the door lock. Panic-stricken I ran inside and what I saw next made my blood run cold. I was staggered.

Emily lay on the floor, silent, her eyes closed.