A Dark Past

The graveyard

One hour later and the police were still trying to figure out where she had gone. They had searched the castle grounds and found her necklace but they might as well of found nothing. For what seemed like the hundredth time the chief of police asked Holly and John where she might have gone. John knew another minute of this and she might explode at them even though they were only trying to do their jobs as well as they knew how.

"I know this is a long shot but do you think she might have gone to the graveyard?" he said addressing the officer and trying to ignore Holly's penetrating stare. "Well anything is possible we can have a look. What makes you think she might have gone there?" John avoided his eyes and said: "I just thought she might have gone there for some peace, that is where her grandmother is buried. "right we will take a look and try not to worry“

Magalie was more frightened then she had ever been in her life. The pistol inscribed with the initials M.C was clutched in her shaking hands but she knew she wouldn't hesitate to shoot it. Her instructions were clear and the consequences dire if she didn't follow them to the book. She made her way slowly back to the car where the strange girl was waiting for her and stowed the pistol carefully into her coat pocket. "You alright"? Kat asked her when she sat in trying hard not to stare at her cut lip and bruised face. Magalie tried to smile. "Ill be fine, now can I drop you home"? Kat nodded and sighed dreading the onslaught that would ensue when she arrived at the door after being gone for so long. That is when they heard the police sirens.

3hours later and Kat was wrapped in a blanket at home drinking cocoa. There had been no tears, no fights just a strange eerie silence between Kat and her mother since she had driven her home from the police station. They both had too much on their minds, too many questions and once someone broached the silence then there would be no going back. Kat knew she couldn't say anything first, she had too much to hide and even more to lose. After Magalie had been questioned multiple times and the police had found she was guilty of nothing more than driving Kat to the graveyard they let her go. Kat felt an odd sense of sadness when she left. She had been the only adult to ever look at her like she was just a normal girl  and to trust she knew what she was doing.

It was past midnight now and Kat was still up staring as if in a trance at the dying embers of the fire. She was thinking and thinking hard, she tried to avoid doing this most of the time so she wouldn't have to remember and relive the past. As her mind wandered to distant places at the farthest corners of her mind her eyelids began to droop and she fell into a deep sleep. In her dreams she was a child of seven again and her father was playing frisbee with her. Such a simple game but she just couldn't seem to get the knack of it. The more she tried the more frustrated she got. Her father bent down on one knee beside her and stroked her hair.

"The key to all games is to know the right technique to use and if you don't never give up until you do. Seven year old Kat nodded wiping away the tears from her eyes and it was like she was there in the dream with her father and also like she was above as a mature adult more lost than she had ever felt before. She woke up and she was sobbing.

She tried to recapture the image of her fathers face from the dream but it had slipped away from her. She hadn't realised back then that what her father was teaching her wasn't just for trivial games but for life. Staring into the now burnt out fire she whispered "but what if you've tried everything and there is nothing left?"