Black Magic

Chapter 78: Chasing You, Can I Kill You?

AIDEN'S POV

I crept through the darkness, my heart racing with every creak of the old mansion's floorboards.

Thunderstorms raged outside, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I couldn't shake the feeling of desperation that had been building inside me all day. I had to get Alice back, that's why I'm here.

I had been searching for hours, scouring every room, every corner, every nook.

But it was as if the mansion was hiding her from me.

Until I saw a glimmer of light coming from the living room. My heart skipped a beat as I made my way towards it, my senses on high alert.

As I approached the room, I saw Eleanor sitting on the couch, her hair disheveled, her eyes wild.

She was muttering to herself, her words incoherent. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had lost her mind. But something about her gaze drew me in.

I decided to take a chance and slowly made my way towards the back door where no one wouls notice me.

The stairs were just a few feet away, and I knew that's where I needed to be.

I took small steps, trying not to make a sound, but my footsteps seemed to echo through the silent hallway.

Just as I was about to reach the stairs, Eleanor's voice pierced the air. "AH! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY MIND!" she screamed, her voice shrill and terrifying.

I froze, my heart racing with panic. I had to hide. Fast. I darted behind the nearby curtain, holding my breath as Eleanor's screams grew louder.

I could hear her footsteps pounding down the hallway, her eyes surely scanning every corner for me.

I held still, my body trembling with fear and adrenaline. Why did she have to scream? Why did she have to find me? I just wanted to get Alice back and get out of here.

But for now, I was trapped, hiding behind this curtain as Eleanor's mad screams filled the air.

ELEANOR'S POV

I let the storm of emotions rage inside me, unleashing a torrent of screams and shouts that echoed through the halls.

Why must this suffering continue? Why can't Aiden and Alice love me?

Why can't people understand that my rage is a result of their actions, of the way they've treated me?

I thought back to my childhood, to the pain and the shame that my mother had endured.

My father, who was supposed to love and protect her, had instead turned his back on her.

He had ignored my mother, allowing her to be used and manipulated by others. And because of his failure, my mother had been forced to do things that no one should ever have to do.

She had been executed, and she didn't experience true love.

Oh no, it had only just begun. My uncle Matt had taken revenge, killing my father to avenge my mother, I lost 2 of my loved ones!

And I, poor Eleanor, was left to suffer through it all. No one loved me, no one understood me. I was a monster, a freak, a curse. That's what they called me.

But I knew that wasn't true. I knew that I was just a product of circumstance, of the actions of others.

And I knew that I deserved better than this life of pain and suffering.

I thought of Thomas, who had loved Astrid with all his heart.

He had given her his life, and she had given him hers.