Oh Miss Day

Chapter 2

The spacious sitting room was filled to the brim with gloom, it mingled with the oxygen and if you were not breathing it out,you definitely breathed it in.
Talya Day was pacing across the room in her prim and proper black dress, having taken the matching shawl that was now a little bundle on the couch, off. "If  I was that rug, I would've made sure you trip and fall on your face!" The bottle of wine on the coffee table was emptied out inside the old lady's body, her tongue was too slippery to stay tucked in even after a funeral.

"Mother, please!" Grandma Tutu raised her bony hands up in defeat and went in search of anything alcoholic to occupy her. Sarah's stoic face was downcast, and her hair stood, in all it's coils and kinks, like a Queen's crown, something that she was not currently feeling like. Police officers had just left the house, after a gruelling session of questioning that left everyone with a taste that was a bit too bitter to the mouth. The sleeves of Sarah's dress now had holes in them, it seemed with each question her anxiety prompted her nails to dig at the soft fabric of the dress that her cousin Madison had helped pick out.

Talya looked at her daughter from the corner of her eyes as she paused her pacing. Her whole body had a defeated slouch that seemed to come from the depths of her spirit. Her heart strings were tugged slighty, but she had felt enough for her to shake it off and pick up the bundle that was her shawl and walk out of the room. Sarah signed as she watched her, yearning to feel her arms around her but deciding that some wishes were just that, wishes. Yet your wish for Vincent to die wasn't just a wish! A small voice in her head whispered harshly. It's intensity forcing Sarah's eyes closed.

From that day, her mind has been feeding her these ideas that maybe her wish is the dagger behind Vincent's demise. They were simply too ridiculous to voice out loud so she swallowed them to the pits of her little broken heart. Her mind forced images of Vincent's family's heartbroken expressions to the front. Mockingly playing them like a slideshow, she raised her knees to under her chin and rocked herself slowly. Each image, from Vincent's mother's to his little sister's were all forcefully plunged in her mind like a needle. As she watched each, wide eyed, she didn't realise that small whimpers escaped her dried pink lips.

Her folded body rocked in tune with the small sounds, like it was music. As if the images were not enough, voices made way into her mind. At first it was crying sounds of his family members, heart tearing. So she rubbed her heart insistently, unconsciously. Then followed the piercing laughter of Vincent, forcing her hands to rush to her ears in an attempt to block out the sound. Tears escaped recklessly from her eyes as she whispered apologies to the voice that was exactly like Vincent's, tauntingly laughing at her misery.

Madison, after walking into the sitting room, rushed to her cousin's side in alarm. Madison's soft touch felt like cold water was splashed on her. She reached for her cousin, after recognizing the familiar face and latched onto her like a babe would to their mother's nipple. Heavy sobs wrecked her body as they both fell to the carpeted ground, Sarah's nails digging into Madison's back. No sound escaped Madison even as the nails digging into her back stung and her body was held way too tight for her to breath properly. She sat there and held her heartbroken cousin tightly and silently comforted her.

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