Some Secrets Aren't Meant To Be Discovered

The only thing I heeded was me panting to catch my diverted breaths. As nightfall began to make its arrival I feared that she was here with me, watching me with her vain mahogany brown eyes. I felt that she could be plotting any and everything she could do to me to make my life a living hell. But she's the only answer I have to my unsolved curiosities that only stretched so far.

A foul smell lingered in the air, making me want to spew. Water began to slowly fill the space that I had around me deliberately. As my gown began to sink in the water I had no choice but to take it off. It was too laden for me to carry it on my body, along with all the material that it was made of. The water started rising higher and higher to the point where I began to float. It was now at my waist, leading up to my chest. I looked around for her, I know she's definitely here with me, otherwise, this wouldn't be happening.

"I know your here!" I shouted a bit sickeningly. My voice lagged desperately. The water was growing nearer up to my neck. I needed her to answer me.

Suddenly, a glowing figure of a woman levitating was in my presence. This time, she didn't look so poor and neglected of her looks. She was gorgeous. Her existence dwelled upon the 18th or 19th century.

An exquisite yellow ball gown, aligned with pink trim, fitted every curve of her pale body. She wore a powdered wig and pearly white opera gloves. A sly look stood atop her angelic but remorseful face. She held up her petite, delicate looking hand. I could feel my soul escaping the captivity of my body that's been held in for 16 years until now.

"You took what was mine, and I shall take what is yours."

Cover by:@BruhItsAlexa