by Ktcam

Created on: February 24, 2011   Last Updated: May 06, 2011

I was sitting on the rocks overlooking the bay watching Joey's house, under a sky that was leaden and dark like my mood. A light drizzle fell from above like diamond dust, coating my hair and clothes in a fine film of water, and it was starting to get cold. I was not sure if it came from within or without - either way, I do not suppose anything could have prevented the chill expanding inside my chest. Shuddering, I pulled my jacket closer.

 The others were crowding me, crushing me with their thoughts. The noise of their chatter was driving me mad. Impatient, I brushed them away, where I sensed rather than heard them, escaping into the canopy above. I could imagine their bloated, indignant little bodies standing sentinel at the end of the Pine boughs, mad as hell for being excluded. But I did not care. I had a lot more important things to worry about. The sisters could look after themselves.

 I glanced back at the house on the cliff. It appeared impenetrable, black on black, its granite walls silhouetted against the night. On the upper most storey, a window glowed like a monstrous eye, casting a baleful light upon the black limpid waters below.
 I searched for my torch in my pocket, letting the thick rubber cylinder slip securely between my fingers and fidgeted with the switch, impatient for the other light to go out. I could not stop myself from mouthing silently into the air in front of me a wish, for him to go. Anger clawed its way up from deep inside my gut, and the sisters seemed to be surprised at my sudden agitation, but I was angry - angry with the man who now lived in Joey's house. A man I had come to know as Elijah Cayce.

 A small whimper escaped from my throat and I looked around, shocked that I had let it out, but there was no one to hear me except the sisters. I turned my back on them, refusing to let them see how much the deed in front of me, unnerved me. Instead, I focused my attention on the hypnotic motion of the waves in the bay, trying not to think too much of what lay ahead. It worked for a while, but then I found it increasingly hard to look away. I imagined I saw many things in the mirrored depths - things that consumed me with longing. It was as if my mind was being pulled by an invisible thread, towards something that offered release from this state with a promise of forgiveness. It tugged me insistently, inviting me to step into its dark languid waters. I swore I could almost feel it lap at my feet...

An intense

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