This is madness…
Is it now darling dear Spade, or should I call you Mother? Mommy Dearest. Dearest mum.
Don’t. Do not speak such things. You do not exist. You are not real. You are dead. I saw the blood. I knew the pain. I saw the end before the beginning.
Did you now? Interesting notion that… for I… as much as I burn… am very much alive.
The words resonated in her head even as Sidonie bolted up out of bed, sweat soaked and gasping for breath as the bright tourmaline of her eyes cut to the window. Was it just the storm that had awakened her or something more?
The nightmares had not ceased to haunt her since the night Truth had disappeared. A part of her memories recalled a mention of suicide, another part of her thoughts considered it homicide, but her heart made her believe and suspect that Truth was very much alive.
Fingertips trailed to her stomach, feeling and searching even as the covers were thrown off. Spade expected to find the crimson mark of blood to soil the pale ivory of her nightgown but it remained flawless and pure in the white wedding beauty of silk.
Like a woman haunted, a woman torn between nightmares and dreams, reality and fantasy, Sidonie staggered over to the vanity to regard her own dark reflection. A startled blink as the mirror did not reveal her reflection but instead that of a young girl. Before Spade had a moment to react the mirror altered the reflection once more to show the dark fae the vision of her lover, Greg O’Malley.
“Truth?”
For a moment she was tempted to press her fingers to the glass in hopes that the mirror would act like a portal but instead the woman stumbled back to sit upon the edge of the bed.
Something was truly wrong.
Things now more than ever were not making sense.
A shake of head and her fingertips brushed along her temples as if the very gesture would soothe away the worry and the fear.
For so long she had suspicions that she thought to be only hallucinations or hopeless wishes… but now with these visions Spade was starting to question her own sanity.
What truly was happening? What had happened? What had gone wrong.
Everything…
Spade no longer had the heart to weep, no longer had the strength to scream out in rage.
Instead she fell once more into the sanctuary of giving in and giving up as she felt the tendrils of her own sanity begin to slip away.
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