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Maria Reynolds recently moved back to Riverdale to try and make some sense of her life
but when she accepts the h...
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Maria was shaking as she held her pen to the soft white paper. Her mind was blank and she couldn't focus with all the ruckus outside her door. She could hear them chanting horrible rhymes at her. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to stop.
She tried shaking her head to try and refocus her attention on her writing but they just got louder and louder and louder until she finally cracked. Standing abruptly, she storms towards her door and quickly unlocks the door. She knew it was a little weird to have exactly eight bolts on her door but she needed all of them. Once Maria successfully unlocks the door she rips it open. The door creaks open and a few letters fall out into the street.Her dark eyes are blinded by the sun for a second but it doesn't stop her screaming out into the street.
"STOP IT! STOP STOP STOP-" she stops. Her eyes widen when she sees that no one is there after all. Maria's mind is thumping as she lets out a sigh. This keeps happening. Just as she is about to turn away her eyes meet with a pair of blue eyes that are looking at her from across the street. She didn't know this boy. At least she doesn't think she does. He seems familiar. Perhaps it was the dark hair hidden under that ridiculous hat or maybe it was the way he looked at her. Just thinking about these things made her sick and her head began to thump again. Maria closes her eyes and counts to ten before closing the door. 'He might not even be real' she told herself. God how she hoped he wasn't real.
The matured brunette had only recently moved back to Riverdale as the doctor's thought going back a familiar place would make her feel better. They were wrong. She chose a house that was far away from people but close enough so she could walk into the town if needed but after being here for almost a whole month she had not left the house. Her doctor was visiting today to give her more medication and to make sure she is doing the prescribed exercises.
Rather shakily, she sat down at her dinner table and took out her last cigarette. She has had this single cigarette since she was 18, it was meant to be the one she smoked when he came crawling back to her. He never did. She couldn't remember who this 'he' was but she knows he was very important to her.
Slowly, she put the killing stick back into its metal case with was engraved with the two letters 'F.P'. She didn't know what that meant. No matter how hard Maria tries she can't remember that far back.
There were two distinctive knocks on her door just as she graces her thumb over the two letters. Her eyes shoot up and she feels the fear swelling up inside of her. She didn't want to open it but every bone in her body was screaming at her to go and open it. She rather shakily stood up from the chair and tip-toed to the door. Every bone in her body was quivering with anxiety. The person on the other side of the door knocked again just as she reached the handle.
Taking a deep breath she unlocked the door and opened it slowly, her dark eyes peering to see who it was.
On her door step stood a young boy but more importantly, the boy from across the street. Those eyes looked at her with an inch of curiosity. He stood with a slight slouch and a timid smile. Maria looked down at his hands and saw that he was holding one of the letters that fell out of her door.
"Hey, you dropped this earlier," he held out the white letter to her but Maria just stared at the boy. She couldn't comprehend how he was real. None of her 'projections' ever spoke to her face to face and it made her freeze to the spot. She couldn't speak or move or even blink.
The boy awkwardly shifted from foot to foot and he gave a glance to the living room behind her. He was rather nosey and that made Maria hesitant to talk to him. Very cautiously she reached out and took the letter and then stared at the boy.
"Oh, I'm Jughead." He held out a hand to formally introduce himself but Maria just stared at him with an empty look. He retracted his hand and began rocking on the heel of his shoes, he wasn't quite sure what to do now. He knew that he had to help her. Jughead looked at her and she seemed torn and completely alone in this world and he wanted to help. There was something about her that made him feel obligated to help.
Jughead cleared his throat before speaking again "I hope you don't mind me asking but are you here alone?" he got no response. The woman stared at him, she was clutching the letter close to her chest and he could see her hands trembling as she looked at him. Maria was taking note of every inch of him, he seemed familiar. She couldn't quite place him but he seemed familiar. She wanted to know why.
The brunette very slowly opened the door wider and gestured for him to enter. Now it was Jughead's turn to be hesitant. He didn't have anywhere to go but she could be a serial murderer. He decided to take his chances by walking in. He was shocked to see the house had new furniture but there was dust swirling in the air, making his nose twitch. He could see a few photos dotted around the living room. Jughead analysed every inch of the room and he could tell she was living alone. But why? Why was she here all alone?
