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My daughter didn't die with a car wreck," he read. "She wasn't hit by lightning. She perished at the hands of evil people, cold, calculating, heartless. I asked my wife what will hurt you most. Her picture never ages while we do, Christmas, birthdays. There is always an absence, always a silence.

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WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS MENTION OF: CHILD ABUSE, SELF-HARM, DEATH, MENTAL ILLNESS & KIDNAPPING.

✧  emma grew up in the foster system. growing up, she lived with many families, all different types. some were alright but others were anything but. she suffered abuse in some of these homes but nothing compared to the abuse that sent her into care in the first place. the abuse that she repressed and, despite this repression, still finds itself leaking through into her daily life to this day from her subconscious.

✧  emma deals with loneliness and negative emotions by self harming and has always done this since she was fifteen years old.

✧  when she was sixteen she fell pregnant after a night of alcohol and drugs with her rowdy friends. she never saw the guy again. emma had the baby but when the little girl was only three months old, they died from suffocation. emma has never stopped blaming herself for this happening.

✧  at the age of twenty-four, she kidnapped an infant from their buggy in a local park. she’d been lurking around parks for many months, obsessed with finding the ‘right’ kid, the one who was just like the baby she lost, in her mind at least. she was quick - skipped town and never looked back, never got caught, never felt guilt in regards to the parents. the child is now four years old and knows no mother other than emma.

✧  she works online jobs to get by and make money for her daughter and to pay for their room at the motel. some days she writes little articles for an online blog or magazine, others she takes racy pictures or videos of herself and sells them online. once or twice she even participated in a live sex show. she feels shame and guilt by the jobs that are more than just writing and again resorts to harming herself to cope. the sudden attention after the death in the motel has her on edge because of how she became the mother to her little girl. she is obsessive and will do anything not to lose another baby.

✧  emma is a messed up girl with a lot of flaws but, despite the ways she goes about it, she has a lot of love to give. even if she rarely ever had anybody to give it to before her daughter came along.

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To the rest of the world, we were famous. We were saints. Our town's only bar had burned to the ground and our star linebacker was someone's snack pack. The whole country got a huge tragedy boner for Devil's Kettle. And the press-- God, they couldn't get enough of our little world of shit.

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Chip: It's surreal, right? I mean, when just one guy dies in Devil's Kettle, it's like time stops. And now so many people are dead, nobody knows when it's okay to start again.

Needy: I feel guilty just breathing.

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→ ( 006. ) MAGNOLIA BY ASTRAEACODES

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I won’t show mercy on you now. It’s over now…. What have you done?

Months they had been in this town. Months. And nothing had happened since the disaster they had brought to the church last Christmas. Melinda Baird was more impatient than she ever had been in her entire life. More impatient than she had been when she was nothing more than a spirit in the other realm, hovering in the in-between, unable to move on until her wrath was unleashed upon the town that had caused her such pain. And, now, she finally had her body back and she could do nothing with it. Her powers were weak still and Melinda was not used to feeling so useless, so defenceless, so weak. “This must be how humans feel.” She scoffed, turning to her daughters. It disturbed her daughters somewhat that Melinda did not view herself as human, though Guinevere concealed it as best she could. The look on Morven’s face, however, did not escape Melinda and she tilted her head, eyeing her eldest daughter, as though she were daring her to say something. As she assumed, Morven averted her eyes, though the nervous twitch did not leave her features and that made Melinda angry. She took a step towards Morven but Guinevere shifted in front of her instead, frowning at Melinda. “Mother! Leave her, she has done nothing.” 

Melinda snorted but did as Guinevere asked, turning away from her and sweeping across the room, her long dark hair flowing behind her like a waterfall. A waterfall tainted with darkness, Guinevere thought as she watched her mother warily. She had been the one to tell Morven to be grateful that they even had their mother back, to do as she asked because they were lucky, but now she wasn’t so certain of that. She wasn’t so sure that they were lucky. It seemed that their mother had, just as Morven as said, changed for the worse. She wasn’t the same woman who had tucked Guinevere into bed at night and told her stories of magic and adventure. She was darker, bitter, and angrier even than Guinevere herself was. “We shall set our plan in motion tonight.” Melinda broke the silence, turning round and waving a dagger in the air. She raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the book before her. “Come along, daughters! First, we must chant.” Neither of the girls moved and Melinda felt a surge of anger in her veins, something she could not control as easily as she had when she was human. She moved towards them again. “Mother, I…” The words died upon Morven’s lips as Melinda turned her hawk-like gaze upon her. Obviously Morven had been filling her sister’s head with lies and deceitful whispers. Well, no more. Melinda moved too quickly for either of them to know what was happening until it was too late and Morven cried out as the tip of the dagger found her cheek and stepped back as though she had been slapped - which was what Melinda had, in fact, intended. Sadly, she forgot she had been holding the dagger, but no matter, Morven would learn her lesson either way.

As Melinda turned around again, beckoning her daughters to follow, she missed the rage blaze into Guinevere’s eyes at the way she had treated her beloved sister and, before she knew it the spell book was in flames. She froze, faltering for perhaps the second time in her life. She turned, slowly and a little unsure, frowning at her youngest daughter. “Guinevere! Stop it. You have done quite enough!”

“No, mother. It is you who has done enough.” Guinevere was, once more, in that uncontrollable stage of the anger that filled her being night and day. Never, before this day, would she have considered doing what she was considering now… but this was too much. Melinda was not the woman she once knew. Something had come back across the divide with her, something evil and sinister, something hateful… and Guinevere wished she had seen it sooner. How could she have been so blind? How could she have ignored her sister’s pleas? She felt Morven’s hand slip into her own, so small and shaky, but strong. Magic flowed through them both, joining together and mixing to become twice as strong. Just as Melinda had wanted. Only, instead of on the town and its people, this energy was focused on her.

A violent gust of wind swept through the cottage, throwing open windows and doors. The entire structure seemed to shake. Melinda swayed but the sisters stood on, Morven’s storm battering everything around them. And then, as if she could not even control it, Guinevere’s fire erupted. It was stronger than it ever had been before, coursing through her veins. It would have been exhilarating if it weren’t for the fact that it was so frightening. The girls watched as the entire cottage was set alight. Finally, (though she fought back but her powers were too weak to sustain the sudden strength her daughters had found), their mother succumbed to the flames. As her eyes closed for the last time, the wind died down… but the flames only got bigger.

Then, as Morven continued to stare in horror at the fallen figure of their mother (no matter how evil she had become, she was still the woman who had raised her) she felt Guinevere’s hand leave her own. When she looked up, her sister was gazing at her with a tense smile. “I want you to live that normal life you’ve always wanted.” She heard, over the buzzing in her ears. Before Morven could really take in what was happening, she was being pushed out in the snow, the flames continuing to engulf the cottage she had come to think of as home. “No!” She screamed, realising too late that her sister had sacrificed herself to the very flames she had created… Morven was alone.

Thus, the bodies Guinevere and Melinda Baird disappeared, their spirits perhaps finally at peace. Then, the little cottage in the woods fell apart. Nobody would ever really know what happened that night. No bodies would ever be found. No one would truly know of the bravery of the Baird sisters. And the town of Silvervale would have no rescue from their snowy cocoon any time soon… but surely that is better than perishing at the hands of the wicked witch of the past?

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The dark frightened her now. She would wake up in a sweat, breathing fast, heart beating wildly. Was it a dream or a memory? Ever since the demon had been exiled from her body, Sadie felt like a walking nightmare. The things the demon had used her for in the past two years haunted her and she didn’t feel like it was ever going to end. Sadie felt sick as she dragged herself to the kitchen, turning on all the lights as she went, like leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind her back to the bedroom. It was easy to kid herself that the light helped. That it chased away the horrors that lay in wait in the darkness. In reality, it didn’t matter. Dark. Light. Everything was still there no matter what. Sadie felt like a ghost as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hardly even recognised her face these days. Who was she?

Hearing a noise, she spun around. Coming face to face with open door, staring back out into the lit, empty hallway. It was all in her head. Even with the demon gone, she still felt cursed. After splashing water over her face, Sadie padded around for a while, not wanting to go back to sleep. If she went to sleep, she would dream. She’d be lost in a nightmare that was more like a memory. Memory of murder and all the awful, terrible things she had done with the demon inside her. Sadie felt sick. True, even while awake it could taunt her, but at least she knew she was safer. She had more control while awake than asleep. She lay on the couch, staring at the television screen but not taking anything in. Sadie kept willing her eyes to stay open even as she pulled the blanket over her body, to feel less exposed. She might as well have died when the demon was removed… she felt like half a person. Ruined; and she knew that she would never be innocent again.

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Beginning of the end | Closed

Alison had been calling her sister for over an hour and it was starting to seriously frustrate her. How difficult was it to actually pick up the damn phone? Or shoot her a text message? Their mother was blowing up her phone and it was setting off Alison’s anxiety. Being an introvert could be exhausting but she supposed she should count herself lucky that she didn’t have to talk face to face. Still, the incessant buzzing of her mobile was really grating on her and so eventually she hit the mute button and set it lying face down on the little desk beside the bed while she turned to busy herself with her bags and such.

It wasn’t until a couple hours later, after Ali had put everything away, that she remembered to check it. She frowned at how many notifications she had. Usually Ali wasn’t one that most people tried to contact, not to this degree anyway. She eventually scrolled her way through everything and discovered most were just twitter or facebook notifications. News reports and updates from people around campus. Alison was too scattered and distracted to properly register the fact a body had been found and quickly navigated to her messages to let her mother know she was still alive. She would regret that fleeting thought in the next few minutes.

Back to twitter. Scrolling down her timeline. Another frown. I think it’s Emmy Davis omfg??/ “What?” Alison wondered what her sister had done. She noted that she still hadn’t text her back and she gave an eyeroll as she continued scrolling. She would regret that too. It didn’t take much longer for Alison to add two and two, to connect the dots of information, piece the puzzle together. They had found a body. A blonde. A girl. Her sister. How was that possible? This had to be… some sort of mistake. It’s not like she hadn’t just seen her sister? How could she be dead? Alison didn’t want to believe it, the uneasiness pooling into her stomach as her phone started to chime again. Bystanders uploading pictures. Ugh. Her mother. Her friends.

This couldn’t be happening.