She sat the rocking back and forth images of death in her mind. Whispers nagging her voices of the past haunting her. Her face was pale and gaunt with black bags under her eyes. She was a mess.
"All my fault , all my fault" she whispers to her self harshly " IT'S ALL MY FAULT". She continues screaming till her voice is horse and troth raw. Tears rolling down her cheeks, it seemed to wipe some of the grim .
Bang bang bang.
"May you get out here and open up this door right now". A voice shouts. Either the young woman couldn't hear or choice to ignore the presistant person that was at the door.
"MAY OPEN UP THIS INSTANT". The voice sounded again.
"All my fault, all my fault al.....". May was cut of by the door knocking again.
"I swear to god may I will knock down this door ". The voice sounded desperate, "please just let me in".
Whimpering she manged to use some of her cursed magic to unlock the door. Who ever was knocking gasped, taking in Mays ragged appearance her red hair that usually was neat and healthy was ragged knotted and greaser than a bag of chips. Her face covered in grim, bags under her eyes. the older woman sat down her pulled her into a hug letting the younger one cry on her shoulder until her hearth breaking sobs subsided into into ragged hiccups and the young woman named May fell asleep.
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Siobha Ni Bhroin stood in her kitchen leaning against the counter top she let a long sigh. May was finally asleep and the house was eerily quite. Maybe they should haven't of told her that she was adopted. Or maybe they should have stopped from becoming a detective, or maybe they should have told her what had happened to their real daughter.....
Sídhe
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Sídhe is the Irish fairy from myths.
hello this is a reboot of the first chapter as I relised that it was terrible so yeah
until we meet again my munchkins
- Celst
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A Detectives Diary
FantasyShe sat the rocking back and forth.Images of death in her mind.Words of truth and words of lies swirling around in their head . You're probably wondering why she's still like that.
