My Crazy Years

Payback

She stared at the Victorian styled house, with flower pots decorating the entrance and bees flying around, unbothered by her presence. They were huge, some almost the size of an adult's fist. What looked like a hive under construction was hanging on the branches of a nearby tree. She took a closer look at the flying insects, noticing something small and black riding on the back of some of them, but the bees kept their distance, preventing her from seeing clearly. Well, at least they weren't stinging her. The owl flew away as soon as the house came into view, leaving her all alone. She wasn't really worried. He was docile and obedient, aside from when (Y/N) had to leave never causing any trouble. Cecilia wasn't sure if she had to be happy about this or not.

She looked at the house again, the short distance from her position to the front door seeming longer than it actually was, her feet refusing to move. Her body was shivering despite the warm day. For the nth time, doubts creeped into her mind, making her question her decision to come here. Her fingers touched the cold stone hanging on a chain around her neck, passing over the latticed, deformed surface, reminding herself that it was all real. What happened that day was not an illusion. Yet...she could still not believe it, but a nostalgic feeling in her chest pushed her to come here, a memory she could not recall anymore, but she felt like she needed to. A mistake from long ago, remorse left unsolved demanded to be laid to rest.

While she was pondering on whether to come in or not, the bugs were at the window, wondering about the stranger who was standing on the front yard, not moving at all. Everyone was startled by the owl's sudden appearance, and were now at the windows, peering through curtains at the unexpected visitor. Monomon proposed calling James to let him know he had a guest, but White Lady argued against that. He told them he had an important meeting that day and would be unable to come home in case of an emergency. Phoning him was out of the question. The bug stared for a little longer at the woman, observing the bees' behavior, Vespa, who was outside with her knight, coordinating the construction of the new hive, signaled them that everything was ok. That person did not seem to have any ill intentions towards the house. They had to deal with a burglar once. Poor man had been hospitalized for an entire month and James didn't know how to explain to the police all the bite marks and stings and neither did the officers. It was passed off as an unfortunate accident.

Cecilia couldn't stay there anymore. The pressure was too much. She didn't have the courage to go on. Why did she come here anyway? She called the bird to her and as soon as he landed on her shoulder, she turned around and left, a whisper in her mind begging to turn back, but unable to. She ran away from the problem festering inside like an infected wound. She couldn't do this. Not now. The past was too terrifying to face now. She ran, leaving it all behind, tears streaming down her face, the stone around her neck feeling heavier the farther she got. Another day spend in denial.

The moonlight peered in through the triangle shaped window, the night sky seen through the glass with its glimmering stars, so out of reach, unaware of the mortals below. Ominous shadows cast on the walls, send shivers down your spine. Mabel's sleep talk and Dipper's loud snores rang in your ears, the noise dancing with insomnia, keeping the sleep at bay.

You got up, carefully to not wake the twins up, gathered some clothes and got out, heading to the bathroom. You got changed and then went out into the cold night air, letting it brush your face. You walked towards the forest, inhaling the scent of the trees, and listening to the cicada's singing, their melody making you miss the little ones at home. Your wandered for around an hour, eyes looking up at the sky, hands reaching out, fingers tracing invisible lines between the shining points. You spun around, dancing on the tune of a song only you could hear, pulling it out from a memory of the many dances you and Grandpa had shared. Suddenly...you stopped, the melody went silent in your ears, as you crashed on the ground, another wave of tears threatening to come out. Grandpa...Vlad...the events of the day began to unfold in your mind again, for the nth time, each detail screaming in your ears, each mistake coming back in full force. You shouldn't have slapped that woman. Not that she didn't deserve it, but you knew that once you did that nothing good would come out of it, yet you couldn't think straight...but was that really an excuse? No...not really.