The Ghost's Diary 👻 ✓

65. Sins of the Fathers

Warning:

Rated CS(for Crazy Shiz)

"You summoned for me." Meredith's voice comes about like icy blade adorned with dead leaves.

My ragged breathing stops itself as she makes her way from behind me to my front. I hold my chin upwards-- the charcoal lace of her gown glaring at me.

Another strike of wind sends its encore. The shrouded sun's placed a tuscan beige sheet on the lake's surface.

I look around myself-- pretending to look for something, but still aware of Meredith. The side of her mouth twitches, before pressing itself into a line.
"Haven't got your minion with you, I see," I observe-- referring to the dusty shadow of her past.

Our intermingled past, more likely.

The pallor of her face-- just like my own-- taunts at me with a cold laugh. Meredith gives me a nod.
"You mean my demon. Of course, the poor thing wanted to see your up-coming-debacle, but I sent him away. To save you from humiliation."

I raise a brow and pull my arms behind my back.
"How thoughtful of you to not fill an entire concert hall."

Today, there's no chirping in the willow tree, only the sound of silence being prominent.

Meredith pulls both of her hands in front of her-- the tips merely touching the other hand's fingers. She smiles. I stay neutral.
"We are relatives after all. Even though, in my opinion, demons are far more loyal... As they never forget, but..."

I narrow my eyes-- straightening myself even more.
"But never forgive..." One hand set across my waist while the other points at a lemon balm plant. It being there is almost too convenient.

She nods and points a slick hand at me-- the lace of her sleeves waving as a belladonna flower emerges out of thin air.

Belladonnas mean silence...

I just stare at it. As the flower crumples away in her own hands.
"I warned you so, so, so many times."

Meredith moves more towards the tree, while my teeth bite the inside if my cheek's flesh-- without drawing any blood.
"I thought that perhaps you were more of an... indirect person after I visited your dream." My left eye screws half shut.
"I showed you those begonias..."

"Of course, you'd troll with flowers..." I cut in.

She ignores me with a sneer.
"That child in the black car outside your school almost got an accident because of you. Then I even sent my demon to pay you a visit in your memory lane. When Daddy Charlie got so scared of a dream..."

It was all her...

"I'm not responsible for anything you do."
The nails of my palms dig into the flesh.