Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Thirty-Two

Howdy. Been a while since my last update, but don't expect too much since my SATs are coming up in March and I have to study a lot for those!! here's a quick lil update for now, I might update again if we have a snow day tomorrow.

Currently rereading the mortal instruments. sorry this is kind of a filler but i think the story is going to be ending soon. 45 chapters MAX in this man. i don't want it to be super duper long.

xoxo,

Morgan

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Nine days after that last visit, I am packing up my things to leave. Irina prescribed me medicine, pills that I take every day with my breakfast. They make me feel more balanced, and it helps. But I don't know if I'll ever be the same.

The medicine makes me have wild, crazy dreams. Dreams where my sister's voice floats through my head, where I see the waves of her hair whipping around corners and I can't keep up. Sometimes I just have dreams filled with the fight, only so much worse.

Dreams where I kill her over and over again.

Other times my dreams are memories, from when we were little girls right up to when I was still in high school. Times where we would go out for brunch on Sundays and go to the mall together, or she would accompany me to come get my photos developed. And then in the end of them, I'd feel a strange tickling on my neck or someone stroking the ends of my hair, curling their fingers around it like she used to...

And sometimes I dream of Zack. I don't like those dreams very much. Dreams where he does much worse things than hit me across the face and break my nose. Dreams where I watch him do unspeakable things to nameless children with bright green eyes and smiling faces, children who look up at him with love until it's too late.

I wake up screaming from those dreams.

Other times, it's Amber, looking at me through a thick sheet of glass. Like I'm trapped and she's looking at me as though I'm a zoo attraction or a pretty picture. Something that's notable for a second and then you turn away and forget about.

I'm supposed to be leaving tomorrow evening. Amber brought by a large suitcase for me to pack up all the clothes she's brought me, but it doesn't take too long for me to fill it. A lot of it just involves me putting the clothes in the suitcase, since I didn't really start using them until the end of my stay here. 

December thirteenth – a meager twelve days before Christmas. Fifteen days before my birthday. I have no idea what I'm doing for either, and I have no gifts for anyone. I have to ask Amber to take me shopping; she would love it. I still have money saved up from when I had a job, and I want to get Amber something really nice for all that she's done for me. Same for Tatiana, and even Irina.

But Jesus. I'm going to be twenty years old and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself for the next month, let alone the next year. Let's not even talk about the rest of my life.

Anyways, I digress. I promised Tatiana that I would come visit her at least once a week. She seemed satisfied with that, since I'm sure it will be much less eventful around here with my absence. Even though she won't admit it – she's back to the personality I first met her as – I know she'll miss me.

And after eleven days, I finally agreed to let Zack come see me. So we could talk things out. Irina told me she would give us ten minutes alone, but that she would be right outside if I needed anything and to yell if I felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“Teresa?” Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. Irina's smooth black hair is down around her shoulders, pushed back out of her face with a headband. Her tall frame leans against my door frame as she smiles at me, motioning for me to come with her.