Admiring the Light

Ep 55

"Holy to God in the highest, and on earth, peace to people of good will-"

Guinevere could just stand there, she didn't see Lola anywhere as Katherine prayed next to her. No chuckling voice in her ear asking what they would do, no jokes of any kind to ease this. All she could do was think and reflect and weigh on herself more about what was happening.

First she caused Jacklyn's death... then she couldn't even get her sister to care about her own health. Everything just seemed to connect back to her as her fault. Everything...

"We give you thanks for your great glory, oh God, heavenly king."

If there was even a God, he would've saved her... Natalie had done everything right, yet the one who cured the blind and healed the sick couldn't just spare a moment to save her.

"You alone are the most high, Jesus Christ. With the Holy Spirit, and the glory of God the father."

Guinevere refused to even mutter the amen. She was tempted to get up and just walk right out.

"I'm going to the bathroom..." She mumbled.

She let out a stream of puke into the toilet.

...

Guinevere noticed seven 6-packs of beer practically falling over each other, waiting to spill onto the wooden countertop. She wasn't in the mood for this, even if a part of her wanted to smash it all.

Katherine could pleasurably drink away her problems, the death of the daughter she'd abused. Ridiculous.

Raiding the pantry, she grabbed two packages of mega stuffed Oreos, some cosmic brownies, and a giant bag of salt and vinegar chips. She didn't want any weed candy; she just wanted to drown in a pure hit of junk food.

She looked over at the table to see that Katherine was knocked out, a Heineken near her like the muscles in her hand had just completely given out and dropped it.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! GET UP!!!"

Screaming didn't even wake her drunken mother, so heavily intoxicated that it didn't matter. And she didn't care at this point, if Katherine couldn't care about Natalie, then she didn't care about her.

...

"Mrrow?"

"What IS IT, NIGHTWHISPER? YOU'RE A CAT, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND."

"I understand quite a lot about your miserable human lives. Bold of you to assume I was merely dressed like this, I'm not a doll."

"I'm dreaming- I'm dreaming..."

Nightwhisper just licked her paw. "You might be dreaming, but I remember. She's not dead, she simply moved on."

"How do you know that..."

"I just do. If you so please, you may wrap your arms around me and rub my fur, as you humans do."

"This is creepy."

"Am I the creepy one? I'm not the lady sobbing over someone who died."

"That's my fucking sister."

"And she's only as dead as you allow her to be, by talking about her, you're already keeping her alive. Use that sadness, the reminiscing. Engage her memory in a positive way, shift your thinking."

Guinevere didn't even question when she felt something furry over her back. "Who's a smart kitty-"

"Mrrow."