Originally: 'Is This Real?'
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The sequel to Adie's story is finally here, but will it alter her path for the better or only make her situation worse?
Read to find out...
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Apparently a superstition from this time is that looking at your own reflection in the mirror in a house where someone has recently died prefigures you soon joining them, how horrid. Both my reflection and that assumption...
My skin was the palest I've ever seen it, deep bags rooted under my eyes to remind me I haven't slept--the nightmares of that poor woman who gave birth and raised the body I now reside in won't let me. My dress was jet black--'a traditional mourning gown', that's what Maya had said. That's one of the few things she'd said to me since sharing the news of Mrs. Claire's death. I know she doesn't blame this body--doesn't blame what I am for stealing her friend from her, but that doesn't stop me from blaming myself.
I killed this woman, me, no-one made me do it. I tore a mother from this world and now I've replaced her daughter--I've ruined this family and I don't know how to make it better.
I held my head, I don't know how to make anything better--
MEMORY
I stepped back with a breath, hoping practice really did make perfect before stepping over the invisible barrier. I should be the only being inside allowed to come and go freely until I clear away the blood. I chewed on my bottom lip and hoped it worked, hoped no-one would randomly appear to disturb Klaus' Ritual--
"Adelina?" I turned to find Elijah in the hallway, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, uh, I--" I cut myself off when he attempted to near me, brow creasing when he found his hand prodding and invisible wall.
"What have you done?"
"I'm sorry, but I have to do it this way. I can't risk any of you being hurt, and I can't risk you actually killing Klaus..."
His eyes grew cold, guarded. "I trusted you." Three simple words, and yet they nearly tore my heart in two.
"I know," my jaw clenched in a feeble attempt to stow my tears. "I hope you can forgive me one day," I blurred from sight before his look of betrayal could cut me any deeper...
END MEMORY
"Miss. Claire?" My vision cleared with the voice, arms quick to hide the small hand mirror as I glanced back at Maya's position in the Claire households hallway just outside my bedroom. "Your mother's ready," she noted my startled behavior. "We're ready to walk her to the gravesite."
"Of course, I'll be right down," I promised. Her movements were hesitant, but after a second nod she finally left me. I took in a heavy breath while standing, placing the mirror face down. I tried to ignore the crack in its corner, knowing no more bad luck could truly affect me.
